This Then Is The Age Of Reason.

That’s What Existence Means: Draining One’s Own Self Dry Without The Sense Of Thirst.

My Eyes Feel All Soft, All Soft As Flesh. I'm Going To Sleep.

I Have Nothing But Contempt For You Idiotic Chosen Ones Who Have The Heart To Rejoice When There Are The Damned In Hell And The Poor On Earth; As For Me, I Am On The Side Of Men And I Will Not Leave It.

I Have Such A Desire To Sleep And Am So Much Behind My Sleep. A Good Night, One Good Night And All This Nonsense Will Be Swept Away.

I Found The Human Heart Empty And Insipid Everywhere Except In Books.