I no longer know If I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.

What's happened to me,' he thought. It was no dream.

The notion of the infinite expanse and copiousness of the cosmos is the result of the mixture, carried to the extreme limit, of laborious creation and free self-determination.

Evil is the starry sky of the Good.

No one can crave what truly harms him.

In the struggle between yourself and the world second the world.