It's A Kind Of Spiritual Snobbery That

There Is But One Truly Serious Philosophical Problem And That Is Suicide.

I Was Comfortable In All, I Admit, But At The Same Time, Nothing Satisfied Me. Each Joy Made Me Seek Another.

As A Remedy To Life In Society I Would Suggest The Big City. Nowadays, It Is The Only Desert Within Our Means.

From The Evening Breeze To This Hand On My Shoulder, Everything Has Its Truth.

At That Time, I Often Thought That If I Had Had To Live In The Trunk Of A Dead Tree, With Nothing To Do But Look Up At The Sky Flowing Overhead, Little By Little I Would Have Gotten Used To It.