The wretched hasten to hear of their own miseries. Hercules Furens
The gentleman lolling back in the chaise was neither dashingly handsome nor yet unbearably ugly, neither too stout nor yet too thin; it could not be claimed he was old but he was no stripling, either. His arrival in the town created no stir and was not marked by anything out of the ordinary. Dead Souls
My wisdom has long accumulated like a cloud, it becomes stiller and darker. So does all wisdom which shall one day bear lightnings. Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“Let’s sleep, one forgets everything when he sleeps.” My Sweet Orange Tree
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