The Only Real Progress Lies In Learning

I Used To Advertise My Loyalty And I Don't Believe There Is A Single Person I Loved That I Didn't Eventually Betray.

On My Way Out I Was Even Going To Shake His Hand, But I Remembered Just In Time That I'd Killed A Man.

[love] Is The Type Of Disease That Spares Neither The Intelligent Nor The Idiotic.

At The Heart Of All Beauty Lies Something Inhuman.

The Struggle Itself Towards The Heights Is Enough To Fill A Man's Heart. One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy.