One Must Use The Weapons One Finds

I Am Full Of The Sorrow That Goes With Changes In Surroundings, Those Successive Stages Of Annihilation That Slowly Lead To The Great And Final Void.

To Be Alone Is To Be Free, And Freedom Was The Only Happiness Accessible To My Nature.

I Am Not Afraid Of Death, But Would Not Want To Die In Some Obscure Or Pointless Way.

We Are, All Of Us, Poor Wretches, And Those Who Prefer Not To Understand This Are Even Worse Off Than The Rest Of Us.

Oh If At Every Moment Of Our Lives We Could Know The Consequences Of Some Of The Utterings, Thoughts And Deeds That Seem So Trivial And Unimportant At The Time! And Should We Not Conclude From Such Examples That There Is No Such Thing In Life As Unimportant Moments Devoid Of Meaning For The Future?