Tyranny Or Slavery, Born Of Selfishness, Are

There Sat I, A Faded Being, Under Faded Leaves.

A Book Must Be The Ax For The Frozen Sea Within Us.

I Usually Solve Problems By Letting Them Devour Me.

It Is Comforting To Reflect That The Disproportion Of Things In The World Seems To Be Only Arithmetical.

He Thought Back On His Family With Deep Emotion And Love. His Conviction That He Would Have To Disappear Was, If Possible, Even Firmer Than His Sister's. He Remained In This State Of Empty And Peaceful Reflection Until The Tower Clock Struck Three In The Morning. He Still Saw That Outside The Window Everything Was Beginning To Grow Light. Then, Without His Consent, His Head Sank Down To The Floor, And From His Nostrils Streamed His Last Weak Breath.