In people's eyes I readPages of malice and sin.

Out of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and not one feeling.

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?

Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.

Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.

My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.

If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.