Since We're All Going To Die, It's

Finally, And Most Of All, Words Failed Him.

We Always Deceive Ourselves Twice About The People We Love - First To Their Advantage, Then To Their Disadvantage.

No Matter How The Sun Shone, The Sea Held Forth No More Promises.

Ah! My Friend, For Whomever Is Alone, Without A God And Without A Master, The Weight Of Time Is Terrible. One Must Then Choose A Master, God Being Out Of Style.

The Absurd Is Lucid Reason Noting Its Limits.