Self-pity Is The Simplest Luxury.

When The Corpses Are Cleared No New Order Will Emerge. Power, Society, Relationships, Will Descend In All Their Confusion On A New Generation. The Old, Who Started This Conflagration, Will Retreat, Worn Out, The Survivors And The Young Will Continue The Dance.

Death Is A Greatly Overrated Experience. I Hated Mother's And I'm Not Looking Forward To My Own. Apart From The Sorrow There Are The Bills To Be Paid. Nobody Dies For Free.

I Still Miss Those I Loved Who Are No Longer With Me But I Find I Am Grateful For Having Loved Them. The Gratitude Has Finally Conquered The Loss.

The Reward For Conformity Is That Everyone Likes You But Yourself.

Every Action Is Either Strong Or Weak, And When Every Action Is Strong We Are Successful.