Existence alone had never been enough for him; he had always wanted more. Perhaps it was only from the force of his desires that he had regarded himself as a man to whom more was permitted than to others.

“Let me add, however, that in every idea of genius or in every new human idea, o…”

“Niciodată nu i-a fost de ajuns numai să trăiască; întotdeauna a dorit mai mult.”

“He wandered aimlessly. The sun was setting. A special form of misery had begun …”

“And then there's another snag you keep coming across: such decent and sensible …”