I've made a terrible confession to you, he concluded gloomily. Do appreciate it, gentlemen. And it's not enough, not enough to appreciate it, you must not just appreciate it, it should also be precious to you, and if not, if this, too, goes past your souls, then it means you really do not respect me, gentlemen. I tell you that, and I will die of shame at having confessed to such men as you.

Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.

The whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano key.

There is not a thing that is more positive than bread.

Everything will come in due course, if you have the gumption to wait for it.

It sometimes happened that you might be familiar with a man for several years thinking he was a wild animal, and you would regard him with contempt. And then suddenly a moment would arrive when some uncontrollable impulse would lay his soul bare, and you would behold in it such riches, such sensitivity and warmth, such a vivid awareness of its own suffering and the suffering of others, that the scales would fall from your eyes and at first you would hardly be able to believe what you had seen and heard. The reverse also happens.

Right or wrong, it's very pleasant to break something from time to time.