Describe A Circle, Stroke Its Back And

Nothing Makes Me More Pessimistic Than The Obligation Not To Be Pessimistic.

God Is Dead. Marx Is Dead. And I Don't Feel So Well Myself.

It Isn't What People Think That Is Important, But The Reason They Think What They Think.

Everything That Has Been Will Be, Everything That Will Be Is, Everything That Will Be Has Been.

As Soon As One Knows One Is Going To Die, Childhood Is Over.... So One Can Be Grown Up At Seven. Then, I Believe Most Human Beings Forget What They Have Understood, Recover Another Sort Of Childhood That Can Last All Their Lives. It Is Not A True Childhood But A Kind Of Forgetting. Desires And Anxieties Are There, Preventing You From Having Access To The Essential Truth.