A stair not worn hollow by footsteps is, regarded from its own point of view, only a boring something made of wood.
Franz KafkaWhat a fate: to be condemned to work for a firm where the slightest negligence at once gave rise to the gravest suspicion! Were all the employees nothing but a bunch of scoundrels, was there not among them one single loyal devoted man who, had he wasted only an hour or so of the firm's time in the morning, was so tormented by conscience as to be driven out of his mind and actually incapable of leaving his bed?
Franz KafkaLove has as few problems as a motor car. The only problems are the driver, the passengers, and the road.
Franz Kafka