Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And Yet It

As Long As One Believes In Philosophy, One Is Healthy; Sickness Begins When One Starts To Think.

To Think Is To Take A Cunning Revenge In Which We Camouflage Our Baseness And Conceal Our Lower Instincts.

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

No Position Is So False As Having Understood And Still Remaining Alive.

Anyone Who Speaks In The Name Of Others Is Always An Impostor.