Birth Was The Death Of Him.

If You Don't Know Where You Are Currently Standing, You're Dead.

The Reality Of The Individualis An Incoherent Reality And Must Be Expressed Incoherently.

God Is Love. Yes Or No? No.

I Did Not Want To Write, But I Had To Resign Myself To It In The End.

There Is No Escape From Yesterday Because Yesterday Has Deformed Us, Or Been Deformed By Us. The Mood Is Of No Importance. Deformation Has Taken Place.