The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The

Man Is An Abyss, And I Turn Giddy When I Look Down Into It.

The Life Of The Wealthy Is One Long Sunday.

That Is A Long Word: Forever!

Death Is The Most Blessed Dream.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.