Liberty Is Dangerous, As Hard

I Felt As Though I Was Partly Unlearning What I Had Never Learned And Yet Knew So Well: I Mean, How To Live.

There Is A Life And There Is A Death, And There Are Beauty And Melancholy Between.

If The Descent Is Thus Sometimes Performed In Sorrow, It Can Also Take Place In Joy.

Men Are Convinced Of Your Arguments, Your Sincerity, And The Seriousness Of Your Efforts Only By Your Death.

But,' I Reminded Myself, 'it's Common Knowledge That Life Isn't Worth Living, Anyhow.