But things worked out. Everything works out. Though sometimes they work out sideways.

...I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye.

One must know and recognize not merely the direct but the secret power of the word.

The long, long road over the moors and up into the forest - who trod it into being first of all? Man, a human being, the first that came here. There was no path before he came.

Do not forget, some give little, and it is much for them, others give all, and it costs them no effort; who then has given most?

In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you

Small jerks began to appear in my legs, my walk became unsteady precisely because I wanted it to be smooth.