I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies--thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.

Men always do leave off really thinking, when the last bit of wild animal dies in them.

The American grips himself, at the very sources of his consciousness, in a grip of care: and then, to so much of the rest of life, is indifferent. Whereas, the European hasn't got so much care in him, so he cares much more for life and living.

Where there is care and cure there is no need for lies and treatment {i.e. to lie down and get treated}

Willful waste makes woeful want