He reached for his pocket, and found there, only reality
Table talk and Lovers' talk equally elude the grasp; Lovers' talk is clouds, table talk is smoke.
One of the hardest tasks is to extract continually from one's soul an almost inexhaustible ill will.
Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres.
Those who do not weep, do not see.
If I speak, I am condemned. If I stay silent, I am damned!