One must fight to get to the top, especially if one starts at the bottom. — Franz Kafka

If a man has his eyes bound, you can encourage him as much as you like to stare through the bandage, but he'll never see anything

I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more

There's no quiet place here on earth for our love, not in the village and not anywhere else, so I picture a grave, deep and narrow, in which we embrace as if clamped together, I bury my face against you, you yours against me, and no one will ever see us.