I Know Not What Tomorrow Will Bring.

What Has Happened To Us Has Happened To Everyone Or Only To Us; If To Everyone, Then It's No Novelty, And If Only To Us, Then It Won't Be Understood.

Friends: Not One. Just A Few Acquaintances Who Imagine They Feel Something For Me And Who Might Be Sorry If A Train Ran Over Me And The Funeral Was On A Rainy Day.

One Never Lives So Intensely As When One Has Been Thinking Hard.

My Soul's The Present Shadow Of A Presence Gone.

Without Madness What Is Man But A Wholesome Beast, Postponed Corpse That Begets?