All the things you would do gladly, oh without enthusiasm, but gladly, all the things there seems no reason for your not doing, and that you do not do! Can it be we are not free? It might be worth looking into.

Sloth is all passions the most powerful.

That's what hell must be like, small chat to the babbling of Lethe about the good old days when we wished we were dead.

I knew it would soon be the end, so I played the part, you know, the part of — how shall I say, I don’t know.

Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.

Have you not done tormenting me with your accursed time! It's abominable! When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we'll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that not enough for you? They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more.