It is possible to wish so greatly for the unattained that in time you believe it has been won - indeed, you can even remember the winning of it.
things never seem as bad as they are.
one pities most those who loved, and still died. Only those who love, dread death.
It is less difficult to look beyond ... and foretell the future, than to look back and remember what has already gone before.
our deeds have even less substance than we ourselves.
... the world was beautiful, but nobody looked at it except tourists. ... a kind of perfection of existence was always close at hand, and no one reached for it.