I Have Stretched Ropes From Steeple To

But, Truly, I Have Wept Too Much! The Dawns Are Heartbreaking. Every Moon Is Atrocious And Every Sun Bitter.

No One's Serious At Seventeen.

What Am I Doing Here?

I Saw That All Beings Are Fated To Happiness: Action Is Not Life, But A Way Of Wasting Some Force, An Enervation. Morality Is The Weakness Of The Brain.

Life Is The Farce Which Everyone Has To Perform.