Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.

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

I agree with no one's opinion. I have some of my own.

Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there'll come a time when you'll start asking just for a crust.

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.

a person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it

Sternly, remorselessly, fate guides each of us; only at the beginning, when we're absorbed in details, in all sorts of nonsense, in ourselves, are we unaware of its harsh hand.