Age carries with it a double load of guilt.

In the end we discover the only condition for living is to die.

Ah, in every age there is always some new wonder to astound mankind until they grow accustomed to it and lose interest.

The day before is what we bring to the day we're actually living through, life is a matter of carrying along all those days-before just as someone might carry stones, and when we can no longer cope with the load, the work is done, the last day is the only one that is not the day before another day.

...we confidently say that it's not worth trying to reach any conclusions merely because we decide to stop halfway along the path that would lead us straight to them.

blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.

There are such moments in life, when, in order for heaven to open, it is necessary for a door to close.