I'm So Misunderstood That People

You Live Life Looking Forward, You Understand Life Looking Backward.

In My Great Melancholy, I Loved Life, For I Love My Melancholy.

Are You Not Aware That There Comes A Midnight Hour When Everyone Must Unmask...

It Requires Courage Not To Surrender Oneself To The Ingenious Or Compassionate Counsels Of Despair That Would Induce A Man To Eliminate Himself From The Ranks Of The Living; But It Does Not Follow From This That Every Huckster Who Is Fattened And Nourished In Self-confidence Has More Courage Than The Man Who Yielded To Despair.

I Am So Fed Up And Joyless That Not Only Have I Nothing To Fill My Soul, I Cannot Even Conceive Of Anything That Could Possibly Satisfy It - Alas, Not Even The Bliss Of Heaven.