The bright old day now dawns again; the cry runs through the land, in >>
Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers and are famous pres >>
I am quite serious when I say that I do not believe there are, on the >>
I can, therefore I am. >>
Being is a fiction invented by those who suffer from becoming. >>
I exist in a state of almost perpetual hysteria. >>
Let us be moral. Let us contemplate existence.