To Exist Is A Habit I Do

An Individual Dies ... When, Instead Of Taking Risks And Hurling Himself Toward Being, He Cowers Within, And Takes Refuge There.

What Is Pity But The Vice Of Kindness.

Do I Look Like Someone Who Has Something To Do Here On Earth?' —that's What I'd Like To Answer The Busybodies Who Inquire Into My Activities.

A Book Is A Suicide Postponed.

Time Is Heavy Sometimes; Imagine How Heavy Eternity Must Be.