Behind Everything We Feel, There Is Always

A Vague Uneasiness: The Police. It's Like When You Suddenly Understand You Have To Undress In Front Of The Doctor.

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.

This Free Will Business Is A Bit Terrifying Anyway. It's Almost Pleasanter To Obey, And Make The Most Of It.

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

At Any Given Moment, I Open My Eyes And Exist. And Before That, During All Eternity, What Was There? Nothing.