The Minotaur More Than Justifies The Existence

How Can We Manage To Illuminate The Pathos Of Our Lives?

I Never Reread What I've Written. I'm Far Too Afraid To Feel Ashamed Of What I've Done.

Why Do You Seem So Annoyed At What I'm Saying?" "because We're Too Much Like Each Other. I Loathe Your Face, Which Is A Caricature Of Mine, I Loathe Your Voice, Which Is A Mockery Of Mine, I Loathe Your Pathetic Syntax, Which Is My Own.

We Have Shared Out, Like Thieves, The Amazing Treasures Of Days And Nights.

I Don't Think I Can Really Believe In Doomsday; I Could Hardly Believe In Rewards And Punishments, In Heaven Or Hell. As I Wrote Down In One Of My Sonnets - I Seem To Be Always Plagiarizing, Imitating Myself Or Somebody Else For That Matter - I Think I Am Quite Unworthy Of Heaven Or Of Hell, And Even Of Immortality.