“There’s the wind on the heath, brother; if I could only feel that, I would gladly live for ever.”

“There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?”

“Youth is the only season for enjoyment, and the first twenty-five years of one's life are worth all the rest of the longest life of man, even though these be spent in penury and contempt, and the rest in possession of wealth, honors, respectability.”

“Translation is at best an echo.”

“[M]ischief itself is merely an attempt to escape from the dreary vacuum of idleness.”

“What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.”

“He - and if there is a God, I am convinced he is a he, because no woman could or would ever fuck things up this badly.”