He stole horses' you'll say to yourself, 'and he didn't care for women; and but for my pride I'd have been with him now.

If there’s one thing that makes a man sick, it’s to have his ale poured out of an ugly hand.

The moment of crisis had come, and I must face it. My old fears, my diffidence, my shyness, my hopeless sense of inferiority, must be conquered now and thrust aside. If I failed now I should fail forever.

The point is, life has to be endured, and lived. But how to live it is the problem.

How simple life becomes when things like mirrors are forgotten.

Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.

I could not ask forgiveness for something I had not done. As scapegoat, I could only bear the fault.