There comes a time when a man finds himself in front of a dark uncrossable abyss, which he himself has spent years digging. He cannot go forward, and has no way back. Words have failed, tears won't help, and who would he call out to? He can't even remember his own name. Then the man sees that on this god's green earth there is but one true suffering: the torment of guilty conscience.

There comes a time when a man finds himself in front of a dark uncrossable abyss, which he himself has spent years digging. He cannot go forward, and has no way back. Words have failed, tears won't help, and who would he call out to? He can't even remember his own name. Then the man sees that on this god's green earth there is but one true suffering: the torment of guilty conscience.

There is no rule without revolts and conspiracies, even as there is no property without work and worry.

When I am not desperate, I am worthless.

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

If people would know how little brain is ruling the world, they would die of fear.

What does your sorrow do while you sleep? -It’s awake and waiting. And when it loses patience, it wakes me up.