I Was Absent At The Moment I

In A Universe Suddenly Divested Of Illusion And Lights, Man Feels An Alien, A Stranger. His Exile Is Without Remedy Since He Is Deprived Of The Memory Of A Lost Home Or The Hope Of A Promised Land.

Real Fulfillment, For The Man Who Allows Absolutely Free Rein To His Desires, And Who Much Dominate Everything, Lies In Hatred.

The Best Revenge You Can Have On Intellectuals Is To Be Madly Happy.

For Ever, I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

Everything Is True, And Nothing Is True!