The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.

Idleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.

Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.

You don't remember days, you remember moments.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

At great periods you have always felt, deep within you, the temptation to commit suicide. You gave yourself to it, breached your own defenses. You were a child. The idea of suicide was a protest against life; by dying, you would escape this longing for death.

Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.