Life - A Sexually Transmitted Terminal Condition.

I Love The Dark Hours Of My Being. My Mind Deepens Into Them. There I Can Find, As In Old Letters, The Days Of My Life, Already Lived, And Held Like A Legend, And Understood.

To Work Is To Live Without Dying.

There Are Quantities Of Human Beings, But There Are Many More Faces, For Each Person Has Several.

I Beg You, To Have Patience With Everything Unresolved In Your Heart And To Try To Love The Questions Themselves As If They Were Locked Rooms Or Books Written In A Very Foreign Language.

So This Is Where People Come To Live; I Would Have Thought It Is A City To Die In.