Only death does not lie.

[Death is] the best asylum for pains and sorrows and troubles and the injustices of life.

I thought to myself: if it’s true that every person has a star in the sky, mine must be distant, dim, and absurd. Perhaps I never had a star.

What relationship could exist between the lives of the fools and healthy rabble who were well, who slept well, who performed the sexual act well, who had never felt the wings of death on their face every moment - what relationship could exist between them and one like me who has arrived at the end of his rope and who knows that he will pass away gradually and tragically?

Only death does not lie.

If there was no death, everyone would wish for it.

I have finally learned that I must remain silent as much as possible. I must always keep my thoughts to myself.