We Can Only Exist By Taking Our

A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A Poor Soul, Who Is Punished For His Poverty.

Only When I Am By Seawater Can I Truly Breathe, To Say Nothing Of My Ability To Think.

It Would Be Wrong To Refuse To Face The Fact That Everything Is Fundamentally Sick And Sad.

...we Ask: Why Suicide? We Search For Reasons, Causes, And So On.... We Follow The Course Of The Life He Has Now So Suddenly Terminated As Far Back As We Can. For Days We Are Preoccupied With The Question: Why Suicide? We Recollect Details. And Yet We Must Say That Everything In The Suicide's Life- For Now We Know That All His Life He Was A Suicide, Led A Suicide's Existence- Is Part Of The Cause, The Reason, For His Suicide.

I Would Be The Unhappiest Person Imaginable, Confronted Daily With Disastrous Works Crying Out With Errors, Imprecision, Carelessness, Amateurishness. I Avoided This Punishment By Destroying Them, I Thought, And Suddenly I Took Great Pleasure In The Word Destroying.