Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel

What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.

I was afraid of looking into my heart...afraid of thinking seriously about anything...I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to admit to myself that I was not loved.

There's only one way for an individual to remain upright, not to fall to pieces, not to sink into the mire of self-oblivionorself-contempt. That's calmly to turn away from everything, to say, "Enough!" and, folding one's useless arms across one's empty breast, to retain the ultimate, the sole attainable virtue, the virtue of recognizing one's own insignificance.

He was the soul of politeness to everyone -- to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.

So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me - a long, long road without a goal.

I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.