You See, I'm Fond Of Teasing, It's

Everything That Exists Is Born For No Reason, Carries On Living Through Weakness, And Dies By Accident

What Do I Care About Jupiter? Justice Is A Human Issue, And I Do Not Need A God To Teach It To Me.

I Have Always Been An Optimist, Perhaps Even Too Much.

Existence Is An Imperfection.

She Suffers As A Miser. She Must Be Miserly With Her Pleasures, As Well. I Wonder If Sometimes She Doesn't Wish She Were Free Of This Monotonous Sorrow, Of These Mutterings Which Start As Soon As She Stops Singing, If She Doesn't Wish To Suffer Once And For All, To Drown Herself In Despair. In Any Case, It Would Be Impossible For Her: She Is Bound.