Yes, Talking To People Makes Me Sleepy.

My Joy Is As Painful As My Pain.

As We Wash Our Body So We Should Wash Destiny, Change Life As We Change Clothes.

All Beginnings Are Involuntary.

Ah, Who Will Save Me From Existing? It's Neither Death Nor Life That I Want.

The Gods Sell When They Give. Glory Is Paid For With Disgrace. Poor Are The Happy, For They Are Just What Passes.