Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are

The Tender Friendships One Gives Up, On Parting, Leave Their Bite On The Heart, But Also A Curious Feeling Of A Treasure Somewhere Buried.

War Is Not An Adventure. It Is A Disease. It Is Like Typhus.

We Do Not Pray For Immortality, But Only Not To See Our Acts And All Things Stripped Suddenly Of All Their Meaning; For Then It Is The Utter Emptiness Of Everything Reveals Itself.

Of What Worth Are Convictions That Bring Not Suffering?

Make Your Life A Dream, And A Dream A Reality.