This Is The Basis For The Joy

Life Begins On The Other Side Of Despair.

I Don't Know. Everything. Living. Smoking.

There Is No Book Of Mine That I Reject. That Does Not Mean That I Find Them Good.

Then I Realized What Separated Us: What I Thought About Him Could Not Reach Him; It Was Psychology, The Kind They Write About In Books. But His Judgment Went Through Me Like A Sword And Questioned My Very Right To Exist. And It Was True, I Had Always Realized It; I Hadn't The Right To Exist. I Had Appeared By Chance, I Existed Like A Stone, A Plant Or A Microbe. My Life Put Out Feelers Towards Small Pleasures In Every Direction. Sometimes It Sent Out Vague Signals; At Other Times I Felt Nothing More Than A Harmless Buzzing.

I Know Only One Church: It Is The Society Of Men.