If every man could act as he chose, the whole of history would be a tissue of disconnected accidents.

It's all God's will: you can die in your sleep, and God can spare you in battle.

He remembered his mother's love for him, and his family's, and his friends', and the enemy's intention to kill him seemed impossible.

Much unhappiness has come from things left unsaid

For a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, and the distant and impossible suddenly became near, possible, and inevitable.

The example of a syllogism that he had studied in Kiesewetter's logic: Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal, had throughout his whole life seemed to him right only in relation to Caius, but not to him at all.

But that's just the aim of civilization - to make everything a source of enjoyment.