One Grows Out Of Pity When It's

Thus Each Of Us Had To Be Content To Live Only For The Day, Alone Under The Vast Indifference Of The Sky.

Madness Such As This, Its Like Trying To Stop A Fire With The Moisture From A Kiss

You Have To Be Very Rich Or Very Poor To Live Without A Trade.

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

Every Authentic Work Of Art Is A Gift Offered To The Future.