I want to know if I can live with what I know, and only than.
A man devoid of hope and conscious of being so has ceased to belong to the future.
To stay or to go, it amounted to the same thing.
Only the sea, murmurous behind the dingy checkerboard of houses, told of the unrest, the precariousness, of all things in this world.
When there is no hope, one must invent hope.
Nothing is more despicable than respect based on fear.