After All, There Is Nothing But Failure.

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.

Those Who Live In The Country Get Idiotic In Time, Without Noticing It, For A While They Think It's Original And Good For Their Health, But Life In The Country Is Not Original At All, For Anyone Who Wasn't Born In And For The Country It Shows A Lack Of Taste And Is Only Harmful To Their Health. The People Who Go Walking In The Country Walk Right Into Their Own Funeral In The Country And At The Very Least They Lead A Grotesque Existence Which Leads Them First Into Idiocy, Then Into An Absurd Death.

On The Other Hand, Whatever Condition We Are In, We Must Always Do What We Want To Do ,and If We Want To Go On A Journey, Then We Must Do So And Not Worry About Our Condition, Even If It's The Worst Possible Condition, Because, If It Is, We're Finished Anyway, Whether We Go On The Journey Or Not, And It's Better To Die Having Made The Journey We've Been Longing For Than To Be Stifled By Our Longing.

The Anger And The Brutality Against Everything Can Readily From One Hour To The Next Be Transformed Into Its Opposite.