If Just Once You Were Depressed For

What Does The Future, That Half Of Time, Matter To The Man Who Is Infatuated With Eternity?

All People See Fires, Storms, Explosions, Or Landscapes; But How Many Feel The Flames, The Lightnings, The Whirlwinds, Or The Harmony? How Many Have An Inner Beauty That Tinges Their Melancholy?

Man Is A Robot With Defects.

Fear Can Supplant Our Real Problems Only To The Extent -unwilling Either To Assimilate Or To Exhaust It -we Perpetuate It Within Ourselves Like A Temptation And Enthrone It At The Very Heart Of Our Solitude.

God: A Disease We Imagine We Are Cured Of Because No One Dies Of It Nowadays.