I Do Not Read Advertisements. I Would

I Have The True Feeling Of Myself Only When I Am Unbearably Unhappy.

For We Are Like Tree Trunks In The Snow. In Appearance They Lie Smoothly And A Little Push Should Be Enough To Set Them Rolling. No, It Can't Be Done, For They Are Firmly Wedded To The Ground. But See, Even That Is Only Appearance.

I Passed By The Brothel As Though Past The House Of A Beloved.

Youth Is Happy Because It Has The Capacity To See Beauty.

The Ulterior Motives With Which You Absorb And Assimilate Evil Are Not Your Own But Those Of Evil.