The Only Way Of Enduring One Disaster

The True Hero Fights And Dies In The Name Of His Destiny, And Not In The Name Of A Belief.

A Sensation Must Have Fallen Very Low To Deign To Turn Into An Idea.

I Don’t Understand Why We Must Do Things In This World, Why We Must Have Friends And Aspirations, Hopes And Dreams. Wouldn’t It Be Better To Retreat To A Faraway Corner Of The World, Where All Its Noise And Complications Would Be Heard No More? Then We Could Renounce Culture And Ambitions; We Would Lose Everything And Gain Nothing; For What Is There To Be Gained From This World?

Better To Be An Animal Than A Man, An Insect Than An Animal, A Plant Than An Insect, And So On. Salvation? Whatever Diminishes The Kingdom Of Consciousness And Compromises Its Supremacy.

Revenge Is Not Always Sweet, Once It Is Consummated We Feel Inferior To Our Victim.