_she had nothing to do but to forgive herself and be happier than ever_

Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness.

It is a ridiculous thing for a man not to fly from his own badness, which is indeed possible, but to fly from other men's badness, which is impossible.

Have you ever wronged a man . . . just to do him harm? Or have you always had a reason?__aspar answered quickly. __here was always a reason.___here you have it,_ said Samas as he sat down. He motioned for Kaspar to fetch over a cup of water for him. __ou would never look at yourself as __vil_ no matter what the other fellow thought of what you did. It__ in our nature. And that__ the great secret of evil. It is never viewed as evil by those who perpetrate the evil.

...knew the futility of agonizing over why things had transpired as they had. What could have happened, did.

Life is such unutterable hell, solely because it is sometimes beautiful. If we could only be miserable all the time, if there could be no such things as love or beauty or faith or hope, if I could be absolutely certain that my love would never be returned: how much more simple life would be. One could plod through the Siberian salt mines of existence without being bothered about happiness. Unfortunately the happiness is there. There is always the chance (about eight hundred and fifty to one) that another heart will come to mine. I can't help hoping, and keeping faith, and loving beauty. Quite frequently I am not so miserable as it would be wise to be.