If God Does Not Exist, Then Everything

I Swear To You, Sirs, That Excessive Consciousness Is A Disease--a Genuine, Absolute Disease.

Man Only Likes To Count His Troubles, But He Does Not Count His Joys.

For A Woman, All Resurrection, All Salvation, From Whatever Perdition, Lies In Love; In Fact, It Is Her Only Way To It.

I Am Crazy About Mysterious Things.

Men Like To To Count Their Troubles; Few Calculate Their Happiness.