Everything has turned sour$$$ I'll never be carried away with joy again. There's a terrible clarity dominating everything. As though the world were made of crystal so that you only have to flick part of it with your fingernail for a tiny shudder to run through it all. And then the loneliness$$$ it's something that burns. Like hot thick soup you can't bear inside your mouth unless you blow on it again and again. And there it is$$$ always in front of me. In its heavy white bowl of thick china$$$ dirty and dull as an old pillow. Who is it that keeps forcing it on me?
It seemed that hell could appear day or night$$$ at any time$$$ at any place$$$ simply in response to one's thoughts or wishes. It seemed that we could summon it at our pleasure and that instantly it would appear.
Even though still young$$$ I did not know what it was to experience the clear-cut feeling of platonic love. Was this a misfortune? But what meaning could ordinary misfortune have for me? The vague uneasiness surrounding my sexual feelings had practically made the carnal world an obsession with me. My curiosity was actually purely intellectual$$$ but I became skillful at convincing myself that it was carnal desire incarnate. What is more$$$ I mastered the art of delusion until I could regard myself as a truly lewd-minded person.
Human life is limited but I would like to live forever.
The elimination of profit$$$ whatever methods may be resorted to for its execution$$$ must transform society into a senseless jumble.
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night$$$ taught by the heav'nly Muse to venture down the dark descent$$$ and up to reascend.
Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant.
After the primary necessities of food and raiment$$$ freedom is the first and strongest want of human nature.
Humans like nothing more than to pigeonhole the events & phenomena that punctuate their lives.
Heaven might not be what everyone thinks it is$$$ but that dont mean its a myth.