That's what happens when people reach old age; nobody remembers they've been bastards too.
Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.
Never trust he who trusts everyone.
Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.
To truly hate is an art one learns with time.
Old age is the lubricant of belief. When death knocks at the door, skepticism flies out the window. A serious cardiovascular fright and a person will even believe in Little Red Riding Hood.