Everyone must go at their own pace

A Heart Deranged by Theories

The beginning of a strange period

Farewell, you unhappy wretch.

We're so different, you and I.

None of you are worth her little finger.

It's all that cuckoo's fault — you know who I mean: I mean her, her!

More useful than Raphael or Pushkin

Forgive me ... for having evil thoughts

Human nature is like a mirror

The murderer and the prostitute

You arrogant young whippersnapper!