What Doesn't Kill You Make You Stronger.

Everything That Is Profound Loves The Mask: The Profoundest Things Have A Hatred Even Of Figure And Likeness.

I Need Solitude, Which Is To Say, Recovery, Return To My Self, The Breath Of A Free, Light, Playful Air.

One Does Not Kill By Anger But By Laughter.

Antithesis Is The Narrow Gateway Through Which Error Most Prefers To Worm Its Way Towards Truth.

To Die Proudly When It Is No Longer Possible To Live Proudly. Death Freely Chosen, Death At The Right Time, Brightly And Cheerfully Accomplished Amid Children And Witnesses: Then A Real Farewell Is Still Possible, As The One Who Is Taking Leave Is Still There; Also A Real Estimate Of What One Has Wished, Drawing The Sum Of One's Life--all In Opposition To The Wretched And Revolting Comedy That Christianity Has Made Of The Hour Of Death.