Life Should Be Lived To The Point

Everybody Knows That Pestilences Have A Way Of Recurring In The World; Yet Somehow We Find It Hard To Believe In Ones That Crash Down On Our Heads From A Blue Sky.

The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky, Not Karl Marx.

Yes, And When The Love Of Life Disappears, No Meaning Can Console Us.

Most Men Are Like Me. They Cannot Live In A Universe Where The Most Bizarre Thought Can In One Second Enter Into The Realm Of Reality--where, Most Often, It Does Enter, Like A Knife In A Heart.

The Absurd Hero's Refusal To Hope Becomes His Singular Ability To Live In The Present With Passion.