You Are -- Your Life, And Nothing

I Found The Human Heart Empty And Insipid Everywhere Except In Books.

Everything That Exists Is Born For No Reason, Carries On Living Through Weakness, And Dies By Accident

Smooth And Smiling Faces Everywhere, But Ruin In Their Eyes.

There Are Two Ways Of Destroying A People. Either Condemn Them En Bloc Or Force Them To Repudiate The Leaders They Adopted. The Second Is The Worse.

What Never Vary Are The Necessities Of Being In The World, Of Having To Labor And To Die There.