A true opium of the people is a belief in nothingness after death.
A weak human mercy walks in the corridors of hospitals and is like a half-thawed winter.
You see how I try To reach with words What matters most And how I fail.
It isn't pleasant to surrender to the hegemony of a nation which is still wild and primitive, and to concede the absolute superiority of its customs and institutions, science and technology, literature and art. Must one sacrifice so much in the name of the unity of mankind?
The history of my stupidity would fill many volumes.
I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.