He who knew how to live should know how to die.

Sometimes I have thought that human misery goes far beyond human imagination, – imagination has its limits, and misery, like the vast seas, appears to be without end.

Thoughts like mine are not reckoned among the delights of life. It is like the dog trying to catch his tail; he does not catch anything. I do not prove anything, only tire myself; but have the satisfaction that another day has passed, or another night gone by. I.

There was only one who understood me, and he understood me wrongly.” Miss.

The world has robbed me of my love, time has dried up hatred, and as the living individual must feel something, I live upon what remains to me. I must also say that he who feels and lives thus does not get a surfeit of happiness.

How utterly unprofitable my life is! These continual searchings of my mind are leading me into the desert.

It seems incredible that a man possessing so many conditions of happiness should be not only so little happy, but clearly does not see the reason why he should exist at all. It.

Tell me,′ asked Stas, ‘what is a wicked deed?’ ‘If anyone takes away Kali’s cow,’ he answered after a brief reflection, ‘that then is a wicked deed.’ ‘Excellent!’ exclaimed Stas, ‘and what is a good one?’ This time the answer came without any reflection: ‘If Kali takes away the cow of somebody else, that is a good deed.’ Stas was too young to perceive that similar views of evil and good deeds were enunciated in Europe not only by politicians but by whole nations.

It appears to me that many cultured people are attacked by the same disease. Criticism of ourselves and everything else is corroding our active power; we have no stable basis, no point of issue, no faith in life.

The evil genius bent upon wrecking my life had not taken in account one thing: a man crushed and utterly wretched cares less for himself than a happy one. In presence of that indifference fate becomes more or less powerless. I was and am still in that frame of mind that, if angry Fortuna came to me in person, and said: “Go to perdition,” I should reply calmly: “Be it so,“ – not out of sorrow for the loss of Aniela, but from mere indifference to everything within or without me. This.