The Evil That Is In The World

Yes, I'm Happy, In Human Terms.

The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky, Not Karl Marx.

Nothing In Life Is Worth, Turning Your Back On, If You Love It.

After Another Moment's Silence She Mumbled That I Was Peculiar, That That Was Probably Why She Loved Me But That One Day I Might Disgust Her For The Very Same Reason.

Poverty, First Of All Was Never A Misfortune For Me; It Was Radiant With Sunlight.. I Owe It To My Family, First Of All, Who Lacked Everything And Who Envied Practically Nothing.