You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.
So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me — a long, long road without a goal...
I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.
Behind me there are already so many memories (...) Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for ... I just don't want to go along it.