He Was A Tool Of The Boss,

I Can Prove At Any Time That My Education Tried To Make Another Person Out Of Me Than The One I Became. It Is For The Harm, Therefore, That My Educators Could Have Done Me In Accordance With Their Intentions That I Reproach Them; I Demand From Their Hands The Person I Now Am, And Since They Cannot Give Him To Me, I Make Of My Reproach And Laughter A Drumbeat Sounding In The World Beyond.

The Limited Circle Is Pure.

A First Sign Of The Beginning Of Understanding Is The Wish To Die.

I Am Away From Home And Must Always Write Home, Even If Any Home Of Mine Has Long Since Floated Away Into Eternity.

Because Of Impatience We Were Driven Out [of Paradise]; Because Of Impatience We Cannot Return.