Life Is A Thread That Someone Entangled.

I Realize That, While Often Happy And Often Cheerful, I Am Always Sad.

I Was A Poet Animated By Philosophy, Not A Philosopher With Poetic Faculties.

What's Most Worthless About Dreams Is That Everybody Has Them.

I’ve Always Wanted To Be Liked. It Grieved Me That I Was Treated With Indifference. Left An Orphan By Fortune, I Wanted—like All Orphans—to Be The Object Of Someone’s Affection. This Need Has Always Been A Hunger That Went Unsatisfied, And So Thoroughly Have I Adapted To This Inevitable Hunger That I Sometimes Wonder If I Really Feel The Need To Eat. Whatever Be The Case, Life Pains Me.

I Come Closer To My Desk As To A Bulwark Against Life.