If Those Who Owe Us Nothing Gave

When The Superficial Wearies Me, It Wearies Me So Much That I Need An Abyss In Order To Rest.

Without This Ridiculous Vanity That Takes The Form Of Self-display, And Is Part Of Everything And Everyone, We Would See Nothing, And Nothing Would Exist.

A Hundred Men Together Are The Hundredth Part Of A Man.

Yes, One Must Suffer, Even In Vain, So As Not To Have Lived In Vain.

I Would Ask Something More Of This World, If It Had Something More.