We commit two wrongs when we fail to right a wrong.
There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.
The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
To know the world, one must construct it
Woman gives herself as a prize to the weak and as a prop to the strong and no man ever has what he should.
Idleness makes hours pass slowly and years swiftly. Activity makes the hours short and the years long.