Praise Those Of Your Critics

I Have Only My Own Burden To Bear.

Life Yields Only To The Conqueror. Never Accept What Can Be Gained By Giving In. You Will Be Living Off Stolen Goods, And Your Muscles Will Atrophy.

The 'great' Commitment Is So Much Easier Than The Ordinary Everyday One.

If Only I May Grow: Firmer, Simpler, Quieter, Warmer.

If Even Dying Is To Be Made A Social Function, Then, Grant Me The Favor Of Sneaking Out On Tiptoe Without Disturbing The Party.