I Looked For Great Men, But All

The Hour When You Say, "what Does My Happiness Matter? It Is Poverty And Filth, And A Wretched Complacency. Yet My Happiness Should Justify Existence Itself!

Hope In Reality Is The Worst Of All Evils Because It Prolongs The Torments Of Man.

I Love Him Whose Soul Is Lavish, Who Wanteth No Thanks And Doth Not Give Back: For He Always Bestoweth, And Desireth Not To Keep For Himself.

Our Shortcomings Are The Eyes With Which We See The Ideal.

One Must Need To Be Strong, Otherwise One Will Never Become Strong.