The Limit Of Every Pain Is An

We Derive Our Vitality From Our Store Of Madness.

It Is An Understatement To Say That In This Society Injustices Abound: In Truth, It Is Itself The Quintessence Of Injustice.

History Proves Nothing Because It Contains Everything.

If I Were To Be Totally Sincere, I Would Say That I Do Not Know Why I Live And Why I Do Not Stop Living. The Answer Probably Lies In The Irrational Character Of Life Which Maintains Itself Without Reason.

The History Of Ideas Is The History Of The Grudges Of Solitary Men.