El hombre es mortal, y, como acertadamente se dijo, es mortal de repente.
Make the wall 2.
Aren’t there enough plays already? There are such lovely plays and so many of them. If you were to start playing them you couldn’t get through them all in twenty years. Why do you want to write? It must be so upsetting!
I can’t escape from here. Not because it’s too high but because I’ve nowhere to go.
No, you mustn’t give way. It’s simply that you don’t know what the theater’s like. There are some complicated mechanisms in this world but the theater is the most complicated of them all...
The evil is in humans, the Devil is not to blame.
So what if I had to eat out of dustbins? At least it was an honest living.
No. Never, not even when falling asleep, will I ever proudly mutter about nothing being able to surprise me. No. As one year has passed, so will another, and it will be just as rich in surprises as the first one... And so I have to go on dutifully learning.
During abstinence, I’m frightened of rustling noises, people are hateful to me. I’m afraid of them. During the euphoria I love them all, but I prefer solitude.
Why, when all’s said and done, do I have to think up a pretext for my every action? I mean, it really is torment, not a life!
He who loves must share the fate of the one he loves.
If You Want To Experience Great Positive Change In Your Life, Always Prune Your Good Habits Towards That Change, And Uproot Any Bad Habits That May Be Limiting You.
Where else can such wrecks as you and I find help except from the supernatural?
However, one theory is as good as another.
The cat was untied and returned to its owner, having tasted grief, it’s true, and having learned by experience the meaning of error and slander.
Follow me, reader! Who told you that there is no true, eternal, and faithful love in the world! May the liar have his foul tongue cut out!
Night was outdistancing the cavalcade, it sowed itself over them from above, casting white specks of stars here and there in the saddened sky. Night thickened, flew alongside, caught at the riders’ cloaks and, tearing them from their shoulders, exposed the deceptions.
Of course, when people have been robbed of everything, like you and me, they seek salvation from other-worldly powers!
Ali taj koji voli mora dijeliti sudbinu onoga koga voli.
Your interlocutor was at Pilate’s, and had breakfast with Kant, and now he’s visiting Moscow.