He Does Not Like Showing His Feelings

I Have A Plan-to Go Mad.

Lying To Ourselves Is More Deeply Ingrained Than Lying To Others.

I Drink Because I Wish To Multiply My Sufferings.

It Suddenly Seemed To Me That I Was Lonely, That Every One Was Forsaking Me And Going Away From Me. Of Course, Any One Is Entitled To Ask Who "every One" Was. For Though I Had Been Living Almost Eight Years In Petersburg I Had Hardly An Acquaintance. But What Did I Want With Acquaintances? I Was Acquainted With All Petersburg As It Was.

Life Is In Ourselves And Not In The External.