The More I Accuse Myself, The More

Nobody Realizes That Some People Expend Tremendous Energy Merely To Be Normal.

In Truth, I Was So Good At Being A Man, With Such Plenitude And Simplicity, That I Thought I Was Something Of A Superman.

In The Vast Reaches Of The Dry, Cold Night, Thousands Of Stars Were Constantly Appearing, And Their Sparkling Icicles, Loosened At Once, Began To Slip Gradually Toward The Horizon.

Culture: The Cry Of Men In Face Of Their Destiny.

There Is Scarcely Any Passion Without Struggle.