His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

“So a voice in the mountain is enough to let loose an avalanche. A word too much…”

“Every good quality runs into a defect; economy borders on avarice, the generous…”

“winter always carries with it something of our sadness; then April came, that d…”

“The moral world has no greater spectacle than this: a troubled and restless con…”