In A Certain Sense The Good Is

Every Dog Has Like Me The Impulse To Question, And I Have Like Every Dog The Impulse Not To Answer.

Slept, Awoke, Slept, Awoke, Miserable Life.

I Am More Uncertain Than I Ever Was; I Feel Only The Power Of Life. And I Am Senselessly Empty.

It Is Comforting To Reflect That The Disproportion Of Things In The World Seems To Be Only Arithmetical.

A Belief Is Like A Guillotine, Just As Heavy, Just As Light.