There Is A God-shaped Hole In The

Everyone, Without Exception, Is Searching For Happiness.

Everything That Is Written Merely To Please The Author Is Worthless.

We Should Seek The Truth Without Hesitation; And, If We Refuse It, We Show That We Value The Esteem Of Men More Than The Search For Truth.

The Last Act Is Bloody, However Pleasant All The Rest Of The Play Is: A Little Earth Is Thrown At Last Upon Our Head, And That Is The End Forever.

Le Moi Est Ha|«s Sable. The Self Is Hateful.