I Overcame Myself, The Sufferer; I Carried

Is It Better To Out-monster The Monster Or To Be Quietly Devoured?

The Snake Which Cannot Cast Its Skin Has To Die. As Well The Minds Which Are Prevented From Changing Their Opinions; They Cease To Be Mind.

All Isolation Is Wrong So Say The Herd. And Long Didst Thou Belong To The Herd.

Whoever Commits To Paper What He Suffers Becomes A Melancholy Author: But He Becomes A Serious Author When He Tells Us What He Suffered And Why He Now Reposes In Joy.

Every Word Has Its Fragrance: There Is A Harmony And A Disharmony Of Fragrances, And Hence Of Words.