Life Is Obstinate And Clings

Once A King ... It Was Impossible, Without Risk Of Life, To Sink To A Private Station.

I Am Alone And Miserable. Only Someone As Ugly As I Am Could Love Me.

My Person Was Hideous And My Stature Gigantic. What Did This Mean? Who Was I? What Was I? Whence Did I Come? What Was My Destination? These Questions Continually Recurred, But I Was Unable To Solve Them.

Everything Must Have A Beginning ... And That Beginning Must Be Linked To Something That Went Before.

The Fallen Angel Becomes A Malignant Devil. Yet Even That Enemy Of God And Man Had Friends And Associates In His Desolation; I Am Alone.