It Is Easier To Kill

There Is Merely Bad Luck In Not Being Loved; There Is Misfortune In Not Loving. All Of Us, Today, Are Dying Of This Misfortune. For Violence And Hatred Dry Up The Heart Itself; The Long Fight For Justice Exhausts The Love That Nevertheless Gave Birth To It.

There Is No More Futile Punishment Than Futile And Hopeless Labor.

Happiness And The Absurd Are Two Sons Of The Same Earth. They Are Inseparable.

You Have To Be Very Rich Or Very Poor To Live Without A Trade.

Even When One Sits In The Prisoner's Dock, It Is Interesting To Hear Talk About Oneself.