A Taste For Truth At Any Cost

This World, Such As It Is, Is Not Tolerable. Therefore I Need The Moon, Or Happiness, Or Immortality, I Need Something Which Is Perhaps Demented, But Which Is Not Of This World.

What Is A Rebel? A Man Who Says No.

Proof Is Never Definitive, After All; One Has To Begin Again With Each New Person.

The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky, Not Karl Marx.

The Act Of Love . . . Is A Confession. Selfishness Screams Aloud, Vanity Shows Off, Or Else True Generosity Reveals Itself.