All mankind is us, whether we like it or not.

God is a witness that cannot be sworn.

I did not want to write, but I had to resign myself to it in the end.

Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

Birth was the death of him.

I, of whom I know nothing, I know my eyes are open, because of the tears that pour from them unceasingly.

The Tuesday scowls, the Wednesday growls, the Thursday curses, the Friday howls, the Saturday snores, the Sunday yawns, the Monday morns, the Monday morns. The whacks, the moans, the cracks, the groans, the welts, the squeaks, the belts, the shrieks, the pricks, the prayers, the kicks, the tears, the skelps, and the yelps.