An Individual Dies ... When, Instead Of

Doubt Works Deep Within You Like A Disease Or, Even More Effectively, Like A Faith.

Do I Look Like Someone Who Has Something To Do Here On Earth?' —that's What I'd Like To Answer The Busybodies Who Inquire Into My Activities.

My Mission Is To Suffer For All Those Who Suffer Without Knowing It. I Must Pay For Them, Expiate Their Unconsciousness, Their Luck To Be Ignorant Of How Unhappy They Are.

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.

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.