Tears Do Not Burn Except In Solitude.

Maniacs Of Procreation, Bipeds With Devalued Faces, We Have Lost All Appeal For Each Other.

To Have Committed Every Crime But That Of Being A Father.

Every Thought Derives From A Thwarted Sensation.

The Desire To Die Was My One And Only Concern; To It I Have Sacrificed Everything, Even Death.

If Truth Were Not Boring, Science Would Have Done Away With God Long Ago. But God As Well As The Saints Is A Means To Escape The Dull Banality Of Truth.