Man Must Vanquish Himself, Must Do Himself

There Is No Limit To Suffering.

To Foreswear Vengeance Is To Chain Oneself To Forgiveness, To Flounder In Pardon, To Be Tainted By The Hatred Smothered Within.

God: A Disease We Imagine We Are Cured Of Because No One Dies Of It Nowadays.

Between Ennui And Ecstasy Unwinds Our Whole Experience Of Time.

As The Years Pass, The Number Of Those We Can Communicate With Diminishes. When There Is No Longer Anyone To Talk To, At Last We Will Be As We Were Before Stooping To A Name.