He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for what it was: a pitfall of happiness that he despised and desired at the same time, but from which it was impossible to escape.
Give me a prejudice and I will move the world.
Make no mistake: peaceful madmen are ahead of the future.
nothing in this world was more difficult than love.
He who awaits much can expect little.
No matter what you do this year or in the next hundred, you will be dead forever.