In actual fact, no man is honest when sober; in actual fact, <b>you cannot believe a single word that a sober man says.</b> I wish I were drunk mysel… - Halldór Laxness

This summer which was now passing—never had anyone lived such a summer! Nature had given him the happiness of a blossom. She gave him love and a palace, and put precious poetry into his mouth; it was all one long, unbroken romance. And now everything was lost, his poems, his love and his palace, withered, burnt; forlorn and helpless, he faced the desolation of winter.

Do you know that these mountains you're looking at don't really exist at all? Or can't you see that they belong more to the sky than the earth? All this enchanting blueness which enthralls you is an illusion.

He who weeps does not die; weeping is a sign of life; weep, and your life is worth something again.