- In that house full of working people, I was the madman that, deep down, everyone wanted to be. I was the one who went without food, the cinema, warm clothes, to be free. I was the one who, without meaning to, daily reminded people of their wretched state. people have not forgiven me for being free and for not being afraid of poverty.
- A man like me, who does not work, who does not want to work, will always be disliked.
- If I do start life all over again, I'll do so very cautiously, but will I even start? Caution, understanding, it's all useless. There is weariness, and nothing more.
- Solitude, what a sad and beautiful thing it is! How beautiful when we choose it! How sad when it is forced upon us year after year! Some strong men are not lonely when they are alone, but I, who am weak, am lonely when I have no friends.
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