Don't Look For Meaning In The Words.

To-morrow, When I Wake, Or Think I Do, What Shall I Say Of To-day?

What Can It Matter To Me, That I Succeed Or Fail ? The Undertaking Is None Of Mine, If They Want Me To Succeed I'll Fail, And Vice Versa, So As Not To Be Rid Of My Tormentors.

Birth Was The Death Of Him.

There Is No Escape From Yesterday Because Yesterday Has Deformed Us, Or Been Deformed By Us. The Mood Is Of No Importance. Deformation Has Taken Place.

Where You Have Nothing, There You Should Want Nothing.