Existing Is Plagiarism.

Intelligence Flourishes Only In The Ages When Belief Withers.

An Individual Dies ... When, Instead Of Taking Risks And Hurling Himself Toward Being, He Cowers Within, And Takes Refuge There.

There Is No Limit To Suffering.

Between Ennui And Ecstasy Unwinds Our Whole Experience Of Time.

Were We To Undertake An Exhaustive Self-scrutiny, Disgust Would Paralyze Us, We Would Be Doomed To A Thankless Existence.