My sorrow is my castle.

Listen to the cry of a woman in labor at the hour of giving birth - look at the dying man's struggle at his last extremity, and then tell me whether something that begins and ends thus could be intended for enjoyment.

On the whole, the longing for solitude is a sign that there still is spirit in a person and is a measure of what spirit there is.

When you were called, did you answer or did you not? Perhaps softly and in a whisper?

...why bother remembering a past that cannot be made into a present?

The conclusions of passion are the only reliable ones.

No one may pride himself at being more than an individual, and no one despondently think that he is not an individual.