I Foresee The Day When We Shall

Pursued By Our Origins... We All Are.

Man Starts Over Again Everyday, In Spite Of All He Knows, Against All He Knows.

There Is Only One Thing Worse Than Boredom, And That Is The Fear Of Boredom.

I'm Simply An Accident. Why Take It All So Seriously?

Whenever I Happen To Be In A City Of Any Size, I Marvel That Riots Do Not Break Out Everyday: Massacres, Unspeakable Carnage, A Doomsday Chaos. How Can So Many Human Beings Coexist In A Space So Confined Without Hating Each Other To Death?