Misfortune Was My God.

What Am I Doing Here?

Faith Assuages, Guides, Restores.

I Don't Love Women. Love Has To Be Reinvented, We Know That. The Only Thing Women Can Ultimately Imagine Is Security. Once They Get That, Love, Beauty, Everything Else Goes Out The Window. All They Have Left Is Cold Disdain; That's What Marriages Live On Nowadays. Sometimes I See Women Who Ought To Be Happy, With Whom I Could Have Found Companionship, Already Swallowed Up By Brutes With As Much Feeling As An Old Log.

But The Problem Is To Make The Soul Into A Monster

What An Old Maid I'm Getting To Be. Lacking The Courage To Be In Love With Death!