Beauty Is Mysterious As Well As Terrible.

What Terrible Tragedies Realism Inflicts On People.

The Whole Work Of Man Really Seems To Consist In Nothing But Proving To Himself Every Minute That He Is A Man And Not A Piano Key.

I Am A Sick Man...i Am A Spiteful Man. An Unattractive Man. I Think That My Liver Hurts.

The Degree Of Civilization In A Society Can Be Judged By Entering Its Prisons.

This Is My Last Message To You: In Sorrow, Seek Happiness.