There Is No Limit To Suffering.

Discretion Is Deadly To Genius; Ruinous To Talent.

An Aphorism? Fire Without Flames. Understandable That No One Tries To Warm Himself At It.

All The Concessions We Make To Eros Are Holes In Our Desire For The Absolute.

Transmitting One's Flaws [through Procreation] To Someone Else Is A Crime. I Could Never Consent To Give Life To Someone Who Would Inherent My Ailments.

I Have Always Struggled, With The Sole Intention Of Ceasing To Struggle. Result: Zero.