How sad, ye Gods, how sad the world is at evening, how mysterious the mists over the swamps! You will know it when you have wandered astray in those mists, when you have suffered greatly before dying, when you have walked through the world carrying an unbearable burden. You know it two when you are weary and ready to leave this earth without regret; its mists; its swamps and its rivers; ready to give yourself into the arms of death with a light heart, knowing that death alone can comfort you.

I suppose that in no educational institution can one become an educated person.

My writing is progressing slowly, but at least it's moving forward. I'm sure that's the case. The only problem is that I'm never absolutely certain that what I've written is any good.

No one's fate is of any interest to you except your own.

The most amazing combinations can result if you shuffle the pack enough.

Cowardice is the greatest sin.

I challenge you to a duel!” screamed the cat, sailing over their heads on the swinging chandelier.