This Then Is The Age Of Reason.

The Lad Who Dreams Of Being A Boxing Champion Or An Admiral Chooses Reality. If The Writer Chooses The Imaginary, He Confuses The Two.

It Is Too Early To Love. We Will Buy The Right To Do So By Shedding Blood.

The Real Nature Of The Present Revealed Itself: It Was What Exists, All That Was Not Present Did Not Exist.

What Is Life But An Unpleasant Interruption To A Peaceful Nonexistence.

If You Are Not Already Dead, Forgive. Rancor Is Heavy, It Is Worldly; Leave It On Earth: Die Light.