Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?

I'm incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn't want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I'd never experienced it.

Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don't have far to go, either.

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

However much you knock at nature's door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.

Take what you can yourself, and don't let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.

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?