One Grows Out Of Pity When It's

I Hope The Dogs Don't Bark Tonight. I Always Think It's Mine

Whoever Today Speaks Of Human Existence In Terms Of Power, Efficiency, And Historical Tasks Is An Actual Or Potential Assassin.

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

We Must Stitch Up What Has Been Torn Apart, Render Justice Imaginable In The World Which Is So Obviously Unjust, Make Happiness Meaningful For Nations Poisoned By The Misery Of This Century. Naturally, It Is A Superhuman Task. But Tasks Are Called Superhuman When Men Take A Long Time To Complete Them, That Is All.

One Leader, One People, Signifies One Master And Millions Of Slaves.