It Is Immoral Not To Tell.

To Two Men Living The Same Number Of Years, The World Always Provides The Same Sum Of Experiences. It Is Up To Us To Be Conscious Of Them.

To Live Is In Itself A Value Judgment. To Breathe Is To Judge.

A Sub-clerk In The Post-office Is The Equal Of A Conqueror If Consciousness Is Common To Them.

I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself.

At One Time Or Another All Normal People Have Wished Their Loved Ones Were Dead.