I do not see the world at all; I invent it.

Writer speaks a stench.

There's an infinite amount of hope but not for us.

I have spent my life resisting the desire to end it.

So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.

There are two cardinal human sins out of which all others derive, deviate, and dissipate: impatience and lassitude (or perhaps nonchalance). On account of impatience they are driven out of paradise; on account of lassitude or nonchalance they do not return. Perhaps, however, only one main sense of sin is given: impatience. On account of impatience they are driven out, on account of impatience they do not turn back.

It would be very unjust to say that you deserted me, but that I was deserted, and sometimes terribly so, is true.