We are full of words whose true meaning we haven't been taught, and one of those words is suffering. Another is the word death. We don't know what they mean, but we use them, and this is a mystery.

... he was one of those men who like to be observers at their own lives ... such people observe their destiny much as most people tend to observe a rainy day.

Perhaps sometimes life shows you a side of itself which leaves you with nothing more to say

It’s a strange grief…to die of nostalgia for something you never lived.

Definitive resolutions are made always and only in a state of mind that is not destined to last.

As eight years before, he was leaving ... to rewrite his destiny in orderly fashion.

As you see, it is not that I don't know my own mind, I know it very well but only up to a certain point in the matter. I know perfectly well what the question is. It's the answer I want.