Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is

Truth Is A Pain Which Will Not Stop. And The Truth Of This World Is To Die. You Must Choose: Either Dying Or Lying. Personally, I Have Never Been Able To Kill Myself

My Trouble Is Insomnia. If I Had Always Slept Properly, I'd Never Have Written A Line.

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

Poor People Never, Or Hardly Ever, Ask For An Explanation Of All They Have To Put Up With. They Hate One Another, And Content Themselves With That.

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