For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.

Sorrow is knowledge, those that know the most must mourn the deepest, the tree of knowledge is not the tree of life.

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge.

It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it.

I am not now That which I have been.

All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.