I Am Alive Again, Now That I

Once One's Up Against It, The Precise Manner Of One's Death Has Obviously Small Importance.

Some People Talk In Their Sleep. Lecturers Talk While Other People Sleep.

I Rebel; Therefore I Exist.

A Nihilist Is Not One Who Believes In Nothing , But One Who Does Not Believe In What Exists.

Always There Comes An Hour When One Is Weary Of One's Work And Devotion To Duty, And All One Craves For Is A Loved Face, The Warmth And Wonder Of A Loving Heart.