One Cannot Always Be A Hero, But

You Are, When All Is Done-just What You Are.

We Amuse Ourselves Painting Our Prison-walls With Bright Figures And Brilliant Landscapes.

I Am Amazed To See How Deliberately I Have Entangled Myself Step By Step. To Have Seen My Position So Clearly, And Yet To Have Acted So Like A Child!

Doesn't Surprise Me That Christ Our Lord Preferred To Live With Whores And Sinners, Seeing I Go In For That Myself.

The Confidant Of My Vices Is My Master, Though He Were My Valet.