There Is Not A Single True Work

There Is Scarcely Any Passion Without Struggle.

The World Is Never Quiet, Even Its Silence Eternally Resounds With The Same Notes, In Vibrations Which Escape Our Ears. As For Those That We Perceive, They Carry Sounds To Us, Occasionally A Chord, Never A Melody.

We Are Not Certain, We Are Never Certain.

Life Is Meaningless, But Worth Living, Provided You Recognize It's Meaningless.

There Is A Terrible Emptiness In Me, An Indifference That Hurts.