No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays:

Are You Genuine? Or Just An Actor? A Representative? Or What It Is That Is Represented?-in The End, You Might Merely Be Someone Mimicking An Actor ... Second Question Of Conscience.

Was That Life? Well Then, Once More!

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.

It Is Not Your Sin - It Is Your Moderation That Cries To Heaven; Your Very Sparingness In Sin Cries To Heaven!

In His Heart Every Man Knows Quite Well That, Being Unique, He Will Be In The World Only Once And That No Imaginable Chance Will For A Second Time Gather Together Into A Unity So Strangely Variegated An Assortment As He Is: He Knows It But Hides It Like A Bad Conscience.