Those Philosophers Who Believe In The Absolute

The Slowness Of Time, For A Man Who Knows Nothing Will Happen, Is Brutal.

A Love Thought: I Love You So Much That I Could Wish I Had Been Born Your Brother, Or Had Brought You Into The World Myself.

Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois State.

Death Is Repose, But The Thought Of Death Disturbs All Repose.

But Here's The Worst Part: The Trick To Life Lies In Hiding From Those We Hold Most Dear How Much They Mean To Is; If Not, We'd Lose Them.