One, If One Is Sensible,

The World Is A Penal Institution.

The Feeble Soul Merely Whines And Complains.

I Wanted To Acquire An Education, Work Extremely Hard And Never Deviate From My Goal, To Make It.

Animals Do Not Betray; They Do Not Exploit; They Do Not Oppress; They Do Not Enslave; They Do Not Sin. They Have Their Being, And Their Being Is Honest, And Who Can Say This Of Man?

I Shudder At The Very Thought Of Being Born Again Into This World. Life To Me . . . Has Been A Monstrous, Painful, Agonizing Affair, And The Idea Of Repeating Such An Existence - Even If Better In A Way - Is Horrifying To Me. . . . I Gratefully Look Forward To Oblivion, But I Must Be Sure Of It.