Stupidity Has A Knack Of Getting Its

There Is Always A Certain Hour Of The Day And Of The Night When A Man’s Courage Is At Its Lowest Ebb, And It Was That Hour Only That He Feared.

Knowing What [christ] Knew , Knowing All About Mankind--ah! Who Would Have Thought That The Crime Is Not So Much To Make Others Die, But To Die Oneself--confronted Day And Night With His Innocent Crime, It Became Too Difficult To Go On. It Was Better To Get It Over With, To Not Defend Himself, To Die, In Order Not To Be The Only One To Have Survived, And To Go Elsewhere, Where, Perhaps, He Would Be Supported.

It Is Easier To Kill What We Do Not Know.

The Harshest Winter Finds An Invincible Summer In Us.

Forever I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself. In Psychology As In Logic, There Are Truths But No Truth.