I Am Glad That I Do Not

Create Around One At Least A Small Circle Where Matters Are Arranged As One Wants Them To Be.

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

If Some Longing Goes Unmet, Don't Be Astonished. We Call That Life.

A First Visit To A Madhouse Is Always A Shock.

How Can One Know Anything At All About People?