Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I’ve never been able to start or finish anything... Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself...
Monday, August 30, 2010
A Troubled Road
I walk a troubled road, the joys of life seem dim, and like a distant star that now shines from afar which exists no more today, I too have gone. You only see me now because of some delay.