Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.

Experience Is A Dim Lamp, Which Only Lights The One Who Bears It.

A Man Should Be Resigned To Knowing Himself A Little Better Each Day If He Hasn't Got The Guts To Put An End To His Sniveling Once And For All.

All In All, Death Is Something Like Marriage.

The More One Is Hated, I Find, The Happier One Is.