Not Believing Has A Sickness Which Is

Everything That I Bear Within Me Bound, Is To Be Found Somewhere Else Free.

Out Of A Hundred Years A Few Minutes Were Made That Stayed With Me, Not A Hundred Years.

My Final Belief Is Suffering. And I Begin To Believe That I Do Not Suffer.

Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those Few Are Suicides.

A Hundred Men Together Are The Hundredth Part Of A Man.