""A man over forty is in his prime. When can one live if not now? When does one know how to live if not in these years…"

"Yearning conquers fear."

"This is how it always goes: when my life becomes dismal and sombre, I delve into my past and select sparks of pure jo…"

"My face burns with shame."

"My books, my great friends, gaze down on me with quiet resentment, calling me to them."

"I sit with my books all day. But then the evening comes, quiet, nostalgic and sad and, unnoticed, the work slips away…"

"Reality and dreams are weaving together, flowing into each other and I don't know where one ends and the other begins."

"I'm young and strong and not afraid to stare my sorrow in the eyes, drinking it down to the dregs. And because I am y…"

"I have no desire for rhetoric, for platitudes, and cannot find the words as deep and great as my awe for mankind, as …"

"Above is a patch of sky, but this has already turned grey, cold and deeply calm. Slowly, slowly, as though embarrasse…"