“A person without a shadow should keep out of the sun, that is the only safe and rational plan.”

They would only drive him to even greater despair.

After a prosperous, but to me very wearisome, voyage, we came at last into port.

Because it appears to me a hazardous thing to exchange my soul for my shadow.

In this watering-place I acted an heroic character, badly studied; and being a novice on such a stage,

Hope roves in a future of fame and wealth.

Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?

In pain a new time is born.

When I spoke, I was listened to; and I was at a loss to know how I had so easily acquired the art of commanding attention, and giving the tone to the conversation.

On recovering my senses

In pain is a new time born.

Immediately on landing I got together my few effects; and, squeezing myself through the crowd,

I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there was nothing further to detain me.

I will give you three days to seek your shadow.

What use would wings be to a man bound in iron fetters?

went into the nearest and humblest inn which first met my gaze.

All possible means were used by the infatuated parents to conclude the bargain; and deception put an end to these usual artifices.

I have only a small flickering light to guide me in the darkness of a thick forest. Up comes a theologian and blows it out.

I imagine a soul is a little perfect crystal egg floating in your chest.

The hankering of the mind is irresistible.

The point is the love story. We live in a love story in the midst of war.

God’s address is at the end of your rope.

To bear lightly the neck’s yoke brings strength; but kicking against the goads is the way of failure.

I’m obsessed with the form of a toolbox.

Bed is a bundle of paradoxes: we go to it with reluctance, yet we quit it with regret.