One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy.

Virtue Cannot Separate Itself From Reality Without Becoming A Principle Of Evil.

When One Has No Character, One Has To Apply A Method. Here It Did Wonders Incontrovertibly, And I Am Living On The Site Of One Of The Greatest Crimes In Human History.

Autumn Is A Second Spring When Every Leaf Is A Flower.

There Is No Shame In Preferring Happiness.

I Am Alive Again, Now That I Can No Longer Stand To Live.