It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that everyone was forsaking me and going away from me.

...it all, maybe, most likely, indeed, might turn out for the best.

For what is man without desires, without free will, and without the power of choice but a stop in an organ pipe?

Hell is the inability to love.

Every man needs a place to go to.

But I always liked side-paths, little dark back-alleys behind the main road- there one finds adventures and surprises, and precious metal in the dirt.

Pass us by, and forgive us our happiness