I Must Say, I Hate

I Feel I Must Live Alone, Alone, Alone - With Artists Only To Touch The Door. Every Artist Cuts Off His Ear And Nails It On The Outside Of The Door For The Others To Shout Into.

What Is It With Me? Am I Absolutely Nobody, But Merely Inordinately Vain? I Do Not Know…. But I Am Most Fearfully Unhappy. That Is All. I Am So Unhappy That I Wish I Was Dead—yet I Should Be Mad To Die When I Have Not Yet Lived At All.

If You Wish To Live, You Must First Attend Your Own Funeral.

It Is Of Immense Importance To Learn To Laugh At Ourselves.

Make It A Rule Of Life Never To Regret And Never To Look Back.