There Is No Limit To Suffering.

Skepticism Is The Elegance Of Anxiety.

We Die In Proportion To The Words We Fling Around Us.

Wisdom Disguises Our Wounds; It Teaches Us How To Bleed In Secret.

The Universal View Melts Things Into A Blur.

If I Were To Be Totally Sincere, I Would Say That I Do Not Know Why I Live And Why I Do Not Stop Living. The Answer Probably Lies In The Irrational Character Of Life Which Maintains Itself Without Reason.