Go On Failing. Go On. Only Next

If I Had The Use Of My Body, I Would Throw It Out The Window.

I, Of Whom I Know Nothing, I Know My Eyes Are Open, Because Of The Tears That Pour From Them Unceasingly.

Silence, Yes, But What Silence! For It Is All Very Fine To Keep Silence, But One Has Also To Consider The Kind Of Silence One Keeps.

My Dear Tom, Delighted To Get Your Letter. Do Write Again. This Life Is Terrible And I Don't Understand How It Can Be Endured.

Don't Touch Me! Don't Question Me! Don't Speak To Me! Stay With Me!