Character Calls Forth Character.

If I Work Incessantly To The Last, Nature Owes Me Another Form Of Existence When The Present One Collapses.

Then To The Depths! - I Could As Well Say Height: It's All The Same.

The Follies Of The Wise Man Are Known To Himself, But Hidden From The World.

Why Look For Conspiracy When Stupidity Can Explain So Much

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.