Murder Is Terribly Exhausting.

Sometimes, Carrying On, Just Carrying On, Is The Superhuman Achievement.

I Can Feel This Heart Inside Me And I Conclude It Exists. I Can Touch This World And I Also Conclude That It Exists. All My Knowledge Ends At This Point. The Rest Is Hypothesis.

Stupidity Has A Knack Of Getting Its Way; As We Should See If We Were Not Always So Much Wrapped Up In Ourselves

All That I Know Most Surely About Morality And Obligations I Owe To Football.

Man Cannot Do Without Beauty, And This Is What Our Era Pretends To Want To Disregard.