I don't have the strength to keep writing this. To go on living with this feeling is painful beyond description. Isn't there someone kind enough to strangle me in my sleep?

I have heard unsavory rumors about you and the umbrella-maker's daughter

It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide.

..he understood far more deeply than anyone else the loneliness that lurked beneath his jaunty mask.

Yes -- or rather, it's not so much that I want to die as that I'm tired of living.

A man sometimes devotes his life to a desire which he is not sure will ever be fulfilled. Those who laugh at this folly are, after all, no more than mere spectators of life.

I may be a lunatic, but then, wasn't my lunacy caused by a monster that lurks at the bottom of every human mind? Those who call me a madman and spurn me may become lunatics tomorrow. They harbor the same monster.