Basis Of Society: Anonymous Sweat.

Woes And Wonders Of Power, That Tonic Hell, Synthesis Of Poison And Panacea.

My Mission Is To Kill Time, And Time's To Kill Me In Its Turn. How Comfortable One Is Among Murderers.

Every Profound Dissatisfaction Is Of A Religious Nature: Our Failures Derive From Our Incapacity To Conceive Of Paradise And To Aspire To It, As Our Discomforts From The Fragility Of Our Relations With The Absolute.

Skepticism Is The Elegance Of Anxiety.

I Have All The Defects Of Other People Yet Everything They Do Seems To Me Inconceivable.