Why Try To Pursue What

How Sad, Ye Gods, How Sad The World Is At Evening, How Mysterious The Mists Over The Swamps! You Will Know It When You Have Wandered Astray In Those Mists, When You Have Suffered Greatly Before Dying, When You Have Walked Through The World Carrying An Unbearable Burden. You Know It Two When You Are Weary And Ready To Leave This Earth Without Regret; Its Mists; Its Swamps And Its Rivers; Ready To Give Yourself Into The Arms Of Death With A Light Heart, Knowing That Death Alone Can Comfort You.

"we Speak Different Languages, As Usual," Responded Woland, "but This Does Not Change The Things We Speak About. Well?..."

Just Like A Murderer Jumps Of Nowhere In An Ally, Love Jumped Out In Front Of Us And Struck Us Both At Once

You Pronounced Your Words As If You Don’t Acknowledge The Shadows, Or The Evil Either. Would You Be So Kind As To Give A Little Thought To The Question Of What Your Good Would Be Doing If Evil Did Not Exist, And How The Earth Would Look If The Shadows Were To Disappear From It?

In Order To Be In Control, You Have To Have A Definite Plan For At Least A Reasonable Period Of Time. So How, May I Ask, Can Man Be In Control If He Can't Even Draw Up A Plan For A Ridiculously Short Period Of Time, Say, A Thousand Years, And Is, Moreover, Unable To Ensure His Own Safety For Even The Next Day?