I realized people would soon forget me once I was dead. I couldn't even say that this was hard to stomach; really, there's no idea to which one doesn't get acclimatized in time.
One always has exaggerated ideas about what one doesn't know.
Where there is no hope, it is incumbent on us to invent it.
The soul of a murderer is blind
Yes, everything is simple. It's people who complicate things.
In the vast reaches of the dry, cold night, thousands of stars were constantly appearing, and their sparkling icicles, loosened at once, began to slip gradually toward the horizon.