You Believe By Doubting And You Doubt

Every Stink That Fights The Ventilator Thinks It Is Don Quixote.

I Do Not Like The Way People Use The More And More Magnificent Fruits Of Technology To Their Filthy Deeds.

The Only Writers Who Have Any Peace Are The Ones Who Don't Write. And There Are Some Like That. They Wallow In A Sea Of Possibilities. To Express A Thought, You First Have To Limit It, And That Means Kill It. Every Word I Speak Robs Me Of A Thousand Others, And Every Line I Write Means Giving Up Another.

Burn With That Consuming Fire Of Objectivity That Forces A Man To Renew Efforts That Are Doomed To Failure.

You Believe By Doubting And You Doubt By Believing; Yet This State Too Is Not The Final One.