I Have Been The Victim Of Heartless

The World Is A Penal Institution.

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.

I Am Deeply Convinced That Happiness Does Not Exist In This World

It Is Not Always Wise To Appear Singular.

The More Wants A Man Has, The Less Freedom.