We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of

Who Promised You That Only For Joy Were You Brought To This Earth?

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?

In Our Dreams We Can Have Our Eggs Cooked Exactly How We Want Them, But We Can't Eat Them.

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

How Can One Know Anything At All About People?