Afflicted With Existence, Each Man Endures Like

The Source Of Our Actions Resides In An Unconscious Propensity To Regard Ourselves As The Center, The Cause, And The Conclusion Of Time. Our Reflexes And Our Pride Transform Into A Planet The Parcel Of Flesh And Consciousness We Are.

I Dream Of A Language Whose Words, Like Fists, Would Fracture Jaws.

A Distant Enemy Is Always Preferable To One At The Gate.

Death Makes No Sense Except To People Who Have Passionately Loved Life. How Can One Die Without Having Something To Part From? Detachment Is A Negation Of Both Life And Death. Whoever Has Overcome His Fear Of Death Has Also Triumphed Over Life. For Life Is Nothing But Another Word For This Fear.

To Defy Heredity Is To Defy Billions Of Years, To Defy The First Cell