Poverty Is The Great Reality. That Is

This Diary Is My Kief, Hashish And Opium Pipe. This Is My Drug And My Vice.

You Live Like This, Sheltered, In A Delicate World, And You Believe You Are Living.

Through Love, Through Friendship, A Heart Lives More Than One Life.

The Failures Are Not Due To Any Injustice, But To An Inner Defect. It Is Always Caused By The Person Himself. Yes, I Know, You Think You Are Doing An Act Of Justice. But They Will Only Suck You Dry, Wear Out Your Energy, Nourish Themselves On Your Ideas. After Being The Most Compassionate Man In The World, I Say To You Today: Let The Weak Ones Die, Let Them Commit Suicide.

I Want To Live Darkly And Richly In My Femaleness.