There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or

Dying People Often Become Childish.

There Are Only Epicureans, Either Crude Or Refined; Christ Was The Most Refined.

I'll Know How To Die With Courage; That Is Easier Than Living.

The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The Yet-to-be-born God Of The World.

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.