Love Is The Kind Of Illness That

God Is Not Necessary To Create Culpability, Or To Punish. Our Fellow Men Are Enough For That, Helped By Ourselves.

Ah, Mon Cher, For Anyone Who Is Alone, Without God And Without A Master, The Weight Of Days Is Dreadful.

For A Man Who Loves Power, Competition From The Gods Is Annoying. I Have Done Away With That. I Have Proven To These Illusory Godsthat A Man, If He Has The Will, Can Practice, Without Any Apprenticeship, Their Ridiculous Trade.

Happiness And The Absurd Are Two Sons Of The Same Earth. They Are Inseparable.

Happiness Is Not Everything And Men Have Their Duties. Mine Is To Find My Mother, A Homeland