Here Lives A Free Man. Nobody Serves

I Cling Like A Miser To The Freedom That Disappears As Soon As There Is An Excess Of Things.

I Don't Want To Be A Genius-i Have Enough Problems Just Trying To Be A Man.

I Have No Idea What's Awaiting Me, Or What Will Happen When This All Ends. For The Moment I Know This: There Are Sick People And They Need Curing.

Healthy People Have A Natural Skill Of Avoiding Feverish Eyes.

There Is The Good And The Bad, The Great And The Low, The Just And The Unjust. I Swear To You That All That Will Never Change.