Do Not Wait For The Last Judgment.

The Gods Had Condemned Sisyphus To Ceaselessly Rolling A Rock To The Top Of A Mountain, Whence The Stone Would Fall Back Of Its Own Weight. They Had Thought With Some Reason That There Is No More Dreadful Punishment Than Futile And Hopeless Labor.

All I Know Of Morality I Learned From Football

Nature Is A Burning And Frigid, Transparent And Limited Universe In Which Nothing Is Possible But Everything Is Given.

A Loveless World Is A Dead World.

I Lived With The Only Continuity, Day To Day, Of The Me-me-me.