Man Is The Being Whose Project It

When I Can't See Myself In The Mirror, I Can't Even Feel Myself, And I Begin To Wonder If I Exist At All.

As Long As The Writer Cannot Write For The Two Billion Men Who Are Hungry, He Will Be Oppressed By A Feeling Of Malaise.

It Is Enough That One Man Hate Another For Hate To Gain, Little By Little, All Mankind.

Atheism Is A Cruel Long Term Business, And I Have Gone Through It To The End.

It Is No Longer Possible To Escape Men. Farewell To The Monsters, Farewell To The Saints. Farewell To Pride. All That Is Left Is Men.