I Do Not Rebel Against My God,

Man Only Likes To Count His Troubles, But He Does Not Count His Joys.

I Feel Pity For Him, And That Is A Poor Sign Of Love.

A Fool With A Heart And No Sense Is Just As Unhappy As A Fool With Sense And No Heart.

I Sometimes Think Love Consists Precisely Of The Voluntary Gift By The Loved Object Of The Right To Tyrannize Over It.

And The More I Drink The More I Feel It. That's Why I Drink Too. I Try To Find Sympathy And Feeling In Drink.... I Drink So That I May Suffer Twice As Much!