Start With What Is Right Rather Than

I’m Tired, Can’t Think Of Anything And Want Only To Lay My Face In Your Lap, Feel Your Hand On My Head And Remain Like That Through All Eternity.

We Live In An Age Which Is So Possessed By Demons, That Soon We Shall Only Be Able To Do Goodness And Justice In The Deepest Secrecy, As If It Were A Crime.

Slept, Awoke, Slept, Awoke, Miserable Life.

Anybody Who Preserves The Ability To Recognize Beauty Will Never Get Old.

I Am A Retiring, Silent, Unsociable, And Discontent Person.