A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.
Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?
If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.
Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.
Things are not as we would like them to be. There is only one way to deal with it, namely to try and be all right oneself.
We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.