All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another!

All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.

No sooner do we think we have assembled a comfortable life than we find a piece of ourselves that has no place to fit in.

Changes are not predictable; but to deny them is to be an accomplice to one's own unnecessary vegetation

Ah, mastery... what a profoundly satisfying feeling when one finally gets on top of a new set of skills... and then sees the light under the new door those skills can open, even as another door is closing.

Changes are not only possible and predictable, but to deny them is to be an accomplice to one's own unnecessary vegetation.