So All A Man Could Win In

I Grew Up With The Sea, And Poverty For Me Was Sumptuous; Then I Lost The Sea And Found All Luxuries Gray And Poverty Unbearable.

A Stranger To Myself And To The World, Armed Solely With A Thought That Negates Itself As Soon As It Asserts, What Is This Condition In Which I Can Have Peace Only By Refusing To Know And To Live, In Which The Appetite For Conquest Bumps Into Walls That Defy Its Assaults?

The World I Live In Is Loathsome To Me, But I Feel One With The Men Who Suffer In It

All Healthy Men Have Thought Of Their Own Suicide

The Loss Of Love Is The Loss Of All Rights, Even Though One Had Them All.