Everything Will Come In Due

My Feelings, Gratitude, For Instance, Are Denied Me Simply Because Of My Social Position.

If God Does Not Exist, Everything Is Permitted.

And So In That Very Shame I Suddenly Begin A Hymn.

Beyond The Grave They Will Find Nothing But Death. But We Shall Keep The Secret, And For Their Happiness We Shall Allure Them With The Reward Of Heaven And Eternity.

It Is Always So, When We Are Unhappy We Feel More Strongly The Unhappiness Of Others; Our Feeling Is Not Shattered, But Becomes Concentrated.