Science Has Made Us Gods Even Before

On The Brink Of Being Satiated, Desire Still Appears Infinite.

We Find It Easy To Believe That Praise Is Sincere: Why Should Anyone Lie In Telling Us The Truth?

To Reflect Is To Disturb One's Thoughts.

Kill One Man And You're A Murderer, Kill A Million And You're A Conqueror.

The Ideal, Without Doubt, Varies, But Its Enemies, Alas, Are Always The Same.