Unhappy, But Not Unhappy Enough.

Life Is Habit. Or Rather Life Is A Succession Of Habits.

Reality, Whether Approached Imaginatively Or Empirically, Remains A Surface, Hermetic.

What Can It Matter To Me, That I Succeed Or Fail ? The Undertaking Is None Of Mine, If They Want Me To Succeed I'll Fail, And Vice Versa, So As Not To Be Rid Of My Tormentors.

We Should Have Thought Of It When The World Was Young, In The Nineties.

That Penny Farthing Hell You Call Your Mind