I Like Ideas. I Find Them More

A Man Is Not Much If He Can't Depend On Himself, And Nothing If Others Can't Depend On Him.

All My Life I Have Lied. I Lied To Escape, I Lied To Be Loved, I Lied For Placement And Power; I Lied To Lie. It Was A Way Of Living; Lies Are Life's Almost-anagram.

All A Work Of Art Can Do Is Present The Surface. I Can't Know The Insides Of People. I Know Very Little About The Inside Of Myself.

The Sentence Is The Greatest Human Invention Of Civilization.

The Past Beats Inside Me Like A Second Heart.