Ah, Mon Cher, For Anyone Who Is

In That Night Alive With Signs And Stars, I Opened Myself To The Gentle Indifference Of The World. Finding It So Much Like Myself--like A Brother, Really--i Felt That I Had Been Happy And That I Was Happy Again.

No Matter How The Sun Shone, The Sea Held Forth No More Promises.

Against Eternal Injustice, Man Must Assert Justice, And To Protest Against The Universe Of Grief, He Must Create Happiness.

I Am Too Much In Love With My Lies And Hypocrisies Not To Confess Them Fervently.

The First Concern Of Any Dictatorship Is, Consequently, To Subjugate Both Labor And Culture.