When Men Can Hate Without Risk, Their

Most People Die At The Last Minute; Others Twenty Years Beforehand, Some Even Earlier. They Are The Wretched Of The Earth.

Not Much Music Left Inside Us For Life To Dance To. Our Youth Has Gone To The Ends Of The Earth To Die In The Silence Of The Truth. And Where, I Ask You, Can A Man Escape To, When He Hasn't Enough Madness Left Inside Him? The Truth Is An Endless Death Agony. The Truth Is Death. You Have To Choose: Death Or Lies. I've Never Been Able To Kill Myself.

It Is Of Men, And Of Them Only, That One Should Always Be Frightened.

Troubles Are As Endless As Pleasures Are Brief.

To Philosophize Is Only Another Way Of Being Afraid And Leads Hardly Anywhere But To Cowardly Make-believe.