I Think Of Death Only With Tranquility,

Nothingness Haunts Being.

It Is Meaningless That We Are Born, It Is Meaningless That We Die.

There Is No Book Of Mine That I Reject. That Does Not Mean That I Find Them Good.

Lord, You Have Cursed Cain And Cain’s Children: Thy Will Be Done. You Have Allowed Men’s Hearts To Be Corrupted, That Their Intentions Be Rotten, That Their Actions Putrefy And Stink: Thy Will Be Done.

I Am Alone In The Midst Of These Happy, Reasonable Voices. All These Creatures Spend Their Time Explaining, Realizing Happily That They Agree With Each Other. In Heaven's Name, Why Is It So Important To Think The Same Things All Together.