Birth Was The Death Of Him.

Do You Always Believe In The Life To Come? Mine Was Always That.

Memories Are Killing. So You Must Not Think Of Certain Things, Of Those That Are Dear To You, Or Rather You Must Think Of Them, For If You Don’t There Is The Danger Of Finding Them, In Your Mind, Little By Little.

Habit Is A Great Deadener.

There Is Man In His Entirety, Blaming His Shoe When His Foot Is Guilty.

If I Had The Use Of My Body, I Would Throw It Out The Window.