In The Depths Of Winter, I Finally

In Order To Exist Just Once In The World, It Is Necessary Never Again To Exist.

It Is In The Thick Of Calamity That One Gets Hardened To The Truth - In Other Words, To Silence.

The Only Serious Question In Life Is Whether To Kill Yourself Or Not.

Men And Women Consume One Another Rapidly In What Is Called "the Act Of Love," Or Else Settle Down To A Mild Habit Of Conjugality. We Seldom Find A Mean Between These Two Extremes.

Outside Of That Single Fatality Of Death, Everything, Joy Or Happiness, Is Liberty.