An Ugly Sight, A Man Who Is

God! Is There Anything Uglier Than A Frightened Man!

Inspiration Is A Farce That Poets Have Invented To Give Themselves Importance.

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

All Prisons Are Brimming Over With Innocence. It Is Those Who Cram Their Fellows Into Them, In The Name Of Empty Ideas, Who Are The Only Guilty Ones.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.