Buffoons, Buffoons! One Can Play Any Tune

Personally, I Don't Give A Rap For Documents; For The Truth In My Eyes Is Not In Them But In The Mind.

Life Is A Very Sad Piece Of Buffoonery, Because We Have .. The Need To Fool Ourselves Continuously By The Spontaneous Creation Of A Reality .. Which, From Time To Time, Reveals Itself To Be Vain And Illusory.

Man Never Reasons So Much And Becomes So Introspective As When He Suffers; Since He Is Anxious To Get At The Cause Of His Sufferings, To Learn Who Has Produced Them, And Whether It Is Just Or Unjust That He Should Have To Bear Them.

As Soon As One Is Born, One Starts Dying.

I Am An "unrealized" Character, Dramatically Speaking.