I Am Crazy About Mysterious Things.

A Hundred Suspicions Don't Make A Proof.

I Am A Sick Man...i Am A Spiteful Man. I Am A Most Unpleasant Man.

The More Conscious I Was Of Goodness And Of All That Was 'sublime And Beautiful,'the More Deeply I Sank Into My Mire And The More Ready I Was To Sink In It Altogether.

I Am A Sick Man...i Am A Spiteful Man. An Unattractive Man. I Think That My Liver Hurts.

I Swear To You Gentlemen, That To Be Overly Conscious Is A Sickness, A Real, Thorough Sickness.