Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates

There Is No Finer Revenge Than That Which Others Inflict On Your Enemy. Moreover, It Has The Advantage Of Leaving You The Role Of A Generous Man.

Narrating Incredible Things As Though They Were Real Old System; Narrating Realities As Though They Were Incredible The New.

The Only Joy In The World Is To Begin.

When A Man Mourns For Someone Who Has Played Him False, It Is Not For Love Of Her, But For His Own Humiliation At Not Having Deserved Her Trust.

The Cadence Of Suffering Has Begun. Every Evening At Dusk, My Heart Constricts Until Night Has Come.