A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A

One Day You're Cut Off, At The Very Start You're Cut Off And Can't Go Back, The Language You Learn And The Whole Business Of Walking And All The Rest Is For The Sake Of The Single Thought, How To Get Back Again.

It Would Be Wrong To Refuse To Face The Fact That Everything Is Fundamentally Sick And Sad.

A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A Poor Soul, Who Is Punished For His Poverty.

The Art We Need Is The Art Of Bearing The Unbearable.

The Thinking Man Always Finds Himself In A Gigantic Orphanage In Which People Are Continually Proving To Him That He Has No Parents.