My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.

You will have many enemies, but even your foes will love you. Life will bring you many misfortunes, but you will find your happiness in them, and will bless life and will make others bless it-which is what matters most.

I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.

I swear to you gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness.

We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast?

Nature doesn't ask your permission; it doesn't care about your wishes, or whether you like its laws or not. You're obliged to accept it as it is, and consequently all its results as well.

In summer, intolerable closeness; in winter, unendurable cold. All the floors were rotten. Filth on the floors an inch thick; one could slip and fall.