Our Journey Is Entirely Imaginary. That Is

I Warn You That When The Princes Of This World Start Loving You It Means They Are Going To Grind You Up Into Battle Sausage.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.

Life Is Filigree Work. What Is Written Clearly Is Not Worth Much, It's The Transparency That Counts.

All In All, Death Is Something Like Marriage.

The Beginning Of Genius Is Being Scared Shitless.