I Almost Do Not Exist Now And

Talking Nonsense Is Man's Only Privilege That Distinguishes Him From All Other Organisms.

In The End They Will Lay Their Freedom At Our Feet And Say To Us, Make Us Your Slaves, But Feed Us.

Just Take A Look Around You: Blood Is Flowing In Rivers And In Such A Jolly Way You’d Think It Was Champagne.

The Man Who Is Happy Is Fulfilling The Purpose Of Existence

A Hundred Suspicions Don't Make A Proof.