I Dream Of A Language Whose Words,

Skepticism Is The Sadism Of Embittered Souls.

Word - That Invisible Dagger.

We Have Convictions Only If We Have Studied Nothing Thoroughly.

If I Were To Be Totally Sincere, I Would Say That I Do Not Know Why I Live And Why I Do Not Stop Living. The Answer Probably Lies In The Irrational Character Of Life Which Maintains Itself Without Reason.

We Change Ideas Like Neckties.