All In All, Death Is Something Like

Experience Is A Dim Lamp, Which Only Lights The One Who Bears It.

Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is Its Strength.

Truth Is A Pain Which Will Not Stop. And The Truth Of This World Is To Die. You Must Choose: Either Dying Or Lying. Personally, I Have Never Been Able To Kill Myself

I Crawled Back Into Myself All Alone, Just Delighted To Observe That I Was Even More Miserable Than Before, Because I Had Brought A New Kind Of Distress And Something That Resembled True Feeling Into My Solitude.

I'd Seen Too Many Troubling Things To Be Easy In My Mind. I Knew Too Much And Not Enough. I'd Better Go Out, I Said To Myself, I'd Better Go Out Again.