Great Persecutors Are Recruited Among Martyrs Whose

To Want Fame Is To Prefer Dying Scorned Than Forgotten.

Our Place Is Somewhere Between Being And Nonbeing - Between Two Fictions.

If We Manage To Last In Spite Of Everything, It Is Because Our Infirmities Are So Many And So Contradictory That They Cancel Each Other Out.

Does Our Ferocity Not Derive From The Fact That Our Instincts Are All Too Interested In Other People? If We Attended More To Ourselves And Became The Center, The Object Of Our Murderous Inclinations, The Sum Of Our Intolerances Would Diminish.

That History Just Unfolds, Independently Of A Specified Direction, Of A Goal, No One Is Willing To Admit.