I Look At Myself But I'm Missing.

There Are Ships Sailing To Many Ports, But Not A Single One Goes Where Life Is Not Painful.

Ah, Who Will Save Me From Existing? It's Neither Death Nor Life That I Want.

On The Road Halfway Between Faith And Criticism Stands The Inn Of Reason. Reason Is Faith In What Can Be Understood Without Faith, But It's Still A Faith, Since To Understand Presupposes That There's Something Understandable.

I Think Of Life As An Inn Where I Have To Stay Until The Abyss Coach Arrives. I Don't Know Where It Will Take Me, For I Know Nothing.

When I Write, I Solemnly Visit Myself.