Work As Joy, Inaccessible To The Psychologists.

I Am In Chains. Don't Touch My Chains.

What Am I Doing Here In This Endless Winter?

Now The Sirens Have A Still More Fatal Weapon Than Their Song, Namely Their Silence... Someone Might Possibly Have Escaped From Their Singing; But From Their Silence, Certainly Never.

Always First Draw Fresh Breath After Outbursts Of Vanity And Complacency.

If I Shall Exist Eternally, How Shall I Exist Tomorrow?