I Have My Faults, But Changing My

If There Is One Question I Dread, To Which I Have Never Been Able To Invent A Satisfactory Reply, It Is The Question What Am I Doing.

Birth Was The Death Of Him.

Words Are All We Have.

I Am Still Alive Then. That May Come In Useful.

If I Was Dead, I Wouldn't Know I Was Dead. That's The Only Thing I Have Against Death. I Want To Enjoy My Death.