Sadness Takes Up The Pen More Readily

Let The Living Live; And You, Gather Together Your Thoughts, Leave Behind You A Legacy Of Feeling And Ideas; You Will Be Most Useful So.

Life Is But A Daily Oscillation Between Revolt And Submission.

I Find Myself Regarding Existence As Though From Beyond The Tomb, From Another World; All Is Strange To Me; I Am, As It Were, Outside My Own Body And Individuality; I Am Depersonalized, Detached, Cut Adrift. Is This Madness?

Materialism Coarsens And Petrifies Everything, Making Everything Vulgar, And Every Truth False.

Hope Is Only The Love Of Life.