Without heroes, we are all plain people and don't know how far we can go.
One's fantasy goes for a walk and returns with a bride.
A man is an island in the only sense that matters, not an easy way to be. We live in mystery, a cosmos of separate lonely bodies, men, insects, stars. It is all loneliness and men know it best.
... we are all terribly alone no matter what people say.
What suffering has taught me is the uselessness of suffering.
You could not pity anything if you weren't a man; pity was a surprise to God. It was not his invention.