They entered there into the unconscious philosophy of the town; that life was an incomprehensible marvel, since it was incessantly wasted and spent, yet none the less it lasted and endured 'like the bridge on the Drina'.

That wild beast which lives in man and does not dare to show itself until the barriers of law and custom have been removed, was now set free.

I gave in to life. I was not defeated but outplayed.

What can and doesn't have to be always, at the end, surrenders to something that has to be.

One shouldn't be afraid of the humans. Well, I am not afraid of the humans, but of what is inhuman in them.

What doesn't hurt - is not life; what doesn't pass - is not happiness.

I do not fear invisible worlds.