A man's sorrow runs uphill; true it is difficult for him to bear, but it is also difficult for him to keep.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.
Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy
To think is to be sick.
Life, the permission to know death.
I talk too much because I have been made so miserable by what you are keeping hushed.