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

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

Sadness is also a kind of defence.

It seems to me, that if people only knew how hard it was for me to endure life, they would find it easier to forgive me for all the wrong things I’ve done and all the good things that I have failed to do. And they would still find a little compassion within them to pity me.

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

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'.

I do not fear invisible worlds.