Man Is A Fugitive From Nature.

An 'unemployed' Existence Is A Worse Negation Of Life Than Death Itself.

In These Years We Are Witnessing The Gigantic Spectacle Of Innumerable Human Lives Wandering About Lost In Their Own Labyrinths, Through Not Having Anything To Which To Give Themselves.

I Am Free By Compulsion, Whether I Wish To Be Or Not.

Life Is The External Text, The Burning Bush By The Edge Of The Path From Which God Speaks.

Life Is A Terrible Conflict, A Grandiose And Atrocious Confluence. Hunting Submerges Man Deliberately In That Formidable Mystery And Therefore Contains Something Of Religious Rite And Emotion In Which Homage Is Paid To What Is Divine, Transcendent, And In The Laws Of Nature.