Man Does Not Fear Death, Only The

Beauty Beheld In Solitude Is Even More Lethal.

Great! I've Written Something Stupid, But I Haven't Signed A Contract With Anyone To Produce Solely Wise And Perfect Works. I Gave Vent To My Stupidity...and Here I Am, Reborn.

Man Is Profoundly Dependent On The Reflection Of Himself In Another Man's Soul, Be It Even The Soul Of An Idiot.

Foolishness Is A Twin Sister Of Wisdom.

Against The Background Of General Freakishness The Case Of My Particular Freakishness Was Lost.