Were We To Undertake An Exhaustive Self-scrutiny,

Sometimes I Wish I Were A Cannibal – Less For The Pleasure Of Eating Someone Than For The Pleasure Of Vomiting Him.

You Are Done For - A Living Dead Man - Not When You Stop Loving But Stop Hating. Hatred Preserves: In It, In Its Chemistry, Resides The Mystery Of Life.

Torment, For Some Men, Is A Need, An Appetite, And An Accomplishment.

History Proves Nothing Because It Contains Everything.

To Hope Is To Contradict The Future.