Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?

The people who bind themselves to systems are those who are unable to encompass the whole truth and try to catch it by the tail; a system is like the tail of truth, but truth is like a lizard; it leaves its tail in your fingers and runs away knowing full well that it will grow a new one in a twinkling.

What's important is that twice two is four and all the rest's nonsense.

I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.

Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.