Absurd- That Is The Light Mind That

Whoever Gives Nothing, Has Nothing. The Greatest Misfortune Is Not To Be Unloved, But Not To Love.

The Day When I Am No More Than A Writer I Shall Cease To Be A Writer.

All Great Deeds And All Great Thoughts Have A Ridiculous Beginning.

And So I Learned That Familiar Paths Traced In The Dusk Of Summer Evenings May Lead As Well To Prison As To Innocent Untroubled Sleep.

The World I Live In Is Loathsome To Me, But I Feel One With The Men Who Suffer In It