Significance is sweet.

Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.

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

All human beings hang by a thread, an abyss may open under their feet at any moment, and yet they have to go and invent all sortsof difficulties for themselves and spoil their lives.

Significance is sweet.

Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away.

Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.