They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.

Big tears of frustration and exhaustion were streaming down his cheeks. But because of all the wrinkles, they weren't dripping off. They spread out and ran together again, leaving a watery film over his ruined face.

The mind, when it reaches its limits, must make a judgment and choose its conclusions. This is where suicide and the reply stand.

When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.

Oh no, oh no,' she said through her tears, 'I'm so in love with love,' and, intelligent and outstanding in so many ways, perhaps just because she truly was intelligent and outstanding, she rejected the world as it was.

We rarely confide in those who are better than we. Most often, on the other hand, we confess to those who are like us and who share our weaknesses. Hence we don't want to improve ourselves and be bettered, for we should first have to be judged in default. We merely wish to be pitied and encouraged in the course we have chosen.

When the time to die comes, it does not matter how and when it happens.