Consciousness Is A Being The Nature Of

In The State I Was In, If Someone Had Come And Told Me I Could Go Home Quietly, That They Would Leave Me My Life Whole, It Would Have Left Me Cold: Several Hours Or Several Years Of Waiting Is All The Same When You Have Lost The Illusion Of Being Eternal.

Better A Good Journalist Than A Poor Assassin.

Anything, Anything Would Be Better Than This Agony Of Mind, This Creeping Pain That Gnaws And Fumbles And Caresses One And Never Hurts Quite Enough.

Once Liberty Has Exploded In The Soul Of A Man, The Gods Can Do Nothing Against That Man.

Emotion Is First Of All And In Principle An Accident