Life is good, but Wine is better.

Ah, what a morning this is, awakening me to life's stupidity. [98 - Zenith trans.]

But I am not perfect in my way of putting things Because I lack the divine simplicity Of being only what I appear to be.

What Hells and Purgatories and Heavens I have inside of me! But who sees me do anything that disagrees with life--me, so calm and peaceful?

Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.

The Gods sell when they give. Glory is paid for with disgrace. Poor are the happy, for they are Just what passes.

For a long time now I haven't existed. I'm utterly calm. No one distinguishes me from who I am. I just felt myself breath as if I'd done something new, or done it late. I'm beginning to be conscious of being conscious. Perhaps tomorrow I will wake up to myself and resume the course of my existence. I don't know if that will make more happy or less. I don't know anything.