Man, When He Does Not Grieve, Hardly

Yes, One Must Suffer, Even In Vain, So As Not To Have Lived In Vain.

Everything Had Been Stripped Of Deceptions, That Time. And That Time I Was Afraid Of Everything.

No One Is A Light Unto Himself, Not Even The Sun.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

Night Is A World Lit By Itself.