And then when all around grows dark, when we feel utterly alone, when all men right and left pass us by and know us not, a forgotten feeling rises in the breast.

Thus one memory follows another until the waves dash together over our heads, and a deep sigh swells the breast, which warns us that we have forgotten to breathe in the midst of these pure thoughts.

Of these years nought remains in memory but the sad feeling that we have advanced and only grown older.

They always feel left out and forgotten but they're very important. It's just that they train in seclusion away from the rest of the team. They compete away from the team. The only time they see each other is in the weight room.

They lead a tamed elephant to battle, the king mounts a tamed elephant; the tamed is the best among men, he who silently endures abuse.

Men, driven by fear, go to many a refuge, to mountains and forests, to groves and sacred trees.