He's simply got the instinct for being unhappy highly developed.
Sorrow was like the wind. It came in gusts.
After all it is those who have a deep and real inner life who are best able to deal with the irritating details of outer life.
It's all right to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation.
The freethinking of one age is the common sense of the next.
The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.
My mother loved children -- she would have given anything if I had been one.