One Does Not Inhabit A Country; One

The History Of Ideas Is The History Of The Grudges Of Solitary Men.

Doubt Works Deep Within You Like A Disease Or, Even More Effectively, Like A Faith.

There Was A Time When Time Did Not Yet Exist.

I'm Simply An Accident. Why Take It All So Seriously?

Does Our Ferocity Not Derive From The Fact That Our Instincts Are All Too Interested In Other People? If We Attended More To Ourselves And Became The Center, The Object Of Our Murderous Inclinations, The Sum Of Our Intolerances Would Diminish.