Only Superficial Minds Approach An Idea With

One Doesn't Live In A Country, One Lives In A Language.

I Don’t Understand Why We Must Do Things In This World, Why We Must Have Friends And Aspirations, Hopes And Dreams. Wouldn’t It Be Better To Retreat To A Faraway Corner Of The World, Where All Its Noise And Complications Would Be Heard No More? Then We Could Renounce Culture And Ambitions; We Would Lose Everything And Gain Nothing; For What Is There To Be Gained From This World?

Ambition Is A Drug That Makes Its Addicts Potential Madmen.

We Are Born To Exist, Not To Know, To Be, Not To Assert Ourselves.

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