No Effort Is Required To

Ask Yourself, If There Was To Be No Blame, And If There Was To Be No Praise, Who Would I Be Then?

Women Have Decided To Be People, Which Is A Great Mistake. Women Were Nicer Than People.

I Never Really Found Out What Love Was.

Even A Monotonously Undeviating Path Of Self-examination Does Not Necessarily Lead To Self-knowledge. I Stumble Towards My Grave Confused And Hurt And Hungry.

Though Intelligence Is Powerless To Modify Character, It Is A Dab Hand At Finding Euphemisms For Its Weaknesses.