The Thing That Cowardice Fears Most Is

People Settle For A Level Of Despair They Can Tolerate And Call It Happiness.

Because Of Its Tremendous Solemnity Death Is The Light In Which Great Passions, Both Good And Bad, Become Transparent, No Longer Limited By Outward Appearances.

Who Am I? How Did I Come Into The World? Why Was I Not Consulted?

An Individual In Despair Despairs Over Something. . . . In Despairing Over Something, He Really Despair[s] Over Himself, And Now He Wants To Get Rid Of Himself. Consequently, To Despair Over Something Is Still Not Despair Proper. . . . To Despair Over Oneself, In Despair To Will To Be Rid Of Oneself-this Is The Formula For All Despair.

In My Great Melancholy, I Loved Life, For I Love My Melancholy.