So All A Man Could Win In

The Entire History Of Mankind Is, In Any Case, Nothing But A Prolonged Fight To The Death For The Conquest Of Universal Prestige And Absolute Power.

At The Heart Of All Beauty Lies Something Inhuman.

Then We Understand That Rebellion Cannot Exist Without A Strange Form Of Love. Those Who Find No Rest In God Or In History Are Condemned To Live For Those Who, Like Themselves, Cannot Live; In Fact, For The Humiliated.

He Was Conscious Of The Disastrous Fact That Love And Desire Must Be Expressed In The Same Way.

Those Who Write Clearly Have Readers.