If There Is Anyone Who Owes Everything

Society Is Not A Disease, It Is A Disaster. What A Stupid Miracle That One Can Live In It.

What Would Be Left Of Our Tragedies If An Insect Were To Present Us His?

Everything Turns On Pain; The Rest Is Accessory, Even Nonexistent, For We Remember Only What Hurts. Painful Sensations Being The Only Real Ones, It Is Virtually Useless To Experience Others.

I Have No Nationality - The Best Possible Status For An Intellectual.

Existing Is Plagiarism.