Book: Markham

Painful regret, continually painful thought, try to discover how to change what we cannot change, how to establish the other, now a belated move, as again become the architect of an irreparable offense. And next to this work of thought is ruthless fears, just the rats that lurked in the abandoned attic, raised a storm in the far reaches of his brain...

...Look here into the mirror, what you see in it? Yourself! Well, good for you to see, tell me? No, well, I also hate, Yes, I think that every human is unpleasant. <...> It is a cursed reminder of the age of our sins, transgressions, of our folly and madness!..

I was born and lived in the land of giants; those evil giants carried me since my birth by the hand wherever they wanted, without asking me, and often even against my will. These are the giants of circumstances, ruling the life of man!

My life is a travesty and slander on myself. I have lived her contrary nature. All the way live. People better than the mask that covers and smothers him. Life drags us along, just a hired killer, who grabs the victim and throws on her cloak. If people could control themselves, if you could see their true faces, they would be brought before the light completely different, they would have shone like the saints and heroes!

Our life is short and unreliable, why run it amenities? We must cling to every little bit that you can grab from life as a person holds on to the edge of the cliff over the abyss. If you think about it, every moment of our lives - cliff, steep cliff, and who will fall way down this slope, he will lose all semblance of human.