We Die In Proportion To The Words

No One Can Keep His Griefs In Their Prime; They Use Themselves Up.

What Is Pity But The Vice Of Kindness.

There Is No Other World. Nor Even This One. What, Then, Is There? The Inner Smile Provoked In Us By The Patent Nonexistence Of Both.

If You Lack The Power To Demoralize Yourself Along With The Age, To Go As Low And As Far, Do Not Complain Of Being Misunderstood By It.

The Limit Of Every Pain Is An Even Greater Pain.