Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.

Sadness is a vice.

He was bored now when Emma suddenly began to sob on his breast; and his heart, like the people who can only stand a certain amount of music, became drowsy through indifference to the vibrations of a love whose subtleties he could no longer distinguish.

Ja volim jesen, to je žalosno godišnje doba kao stvoreno za uspomene. Kada stabla više nemaju lišće, kada nebo zadržava još i u sutonu riđu šaru koja pozlaćuje uvelu travu, slatko je gledati gdje se gasi sve ono što je još nedavno gorjelo u vama.

How badly arranged the world is. What is the purpose of ugliness, suffering, sadness? Why our powerless dreams? Why everything?