When We Share - That Is Poetry

Loneliness And Darkness Have Just Robbed Me Of My Valuables.

The Moment A Man Questions The Meaning And Value Of Life, He Is Sick, Since Objectively Neither Has Any Existence; By Asking This Question One Is Merely Admitting To A Store Of Unsatisfied Libido To Which Something Else Must Have Happened, A Kind Of Fermentation Leading To Sadness And Depression.

The Effect Of The Consolations Of Religion May Be Compared To That Of A Narcotic.

How Bold One Gets When One Is Sure Of Being Loved.

Religion [is] The Universal Obsessional Neurosis Of Humanity