A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn’t it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so...

Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet...

We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.

If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.

Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel.

was coming to that troubled twilight time, a time of regrets that resemble hopes, of hopes that resemble regrets, when youth is past but old age has not yet come.

The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.

It seemed to us that all people to a greater or lesser degree belong to one of these two types, that almost every one of us resembles either Don Quixote or Hamlet.

That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.

You are an old pig!’one of them said to the other. ‘And that is worse than being a young one.

Toda mi vida ha sido una espera del inevitable encuentro contigo

And was it his destined part / Only one moment in his life / To be close to your heart?

O youth! youth! you go your way heedless, uncaring – as if you owned all the treasures of the world; even grief elates you, even sorrow sits well upon your brow. You are self-confident and...

Whereas I think: I’m lying here in a haystack… The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me....

En la ciudad se rumorea que un amor contrariado ha sido la causa que la impulsó a tomar esa trágica decisión