We practically always excuse things when we understand them
And I, as I lived, in an alien landWill die a slave and an orphan.
Happiness comes the way the wind blows.
Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.
my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out
What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.