Your Strength Is Just An Accident Owed

When One Has Got To Make Correct Entries, One Comes To Hate Those Savages--hate Them To The Death.

That's Why Love Is So Inseparable From Any Talk About Truth And Death, Because We Know That Love Is Fundamentally A Death Of An Old Self That Was Isolated And The Emergence Of A New Self Now Entangled With Another Self, The Self That You Fall In Love With.

A Man Is A Worker. If He Is Not That He Is Nothing.

A Ship In Dock, Surrounded By Quays And The Walls Of Warehouses, Has The Appearance Of A Prisoner Meditating Upon Freedom In The Sadness Of A Free Spirit Put Under Restraint.

The True Peace Of God Begins At Any Spot A Thousand Miles From The Nearest Land.