To Delight In War Is A Merit

If You Prefer Illusions To Realities, It Is Only Because All Decent Realities Have Eluded You And Left You In The Lurch; Or Else Your Contempt For The World Is Mere Hypocrisy And Funk.

The Loftiest Edifices Need The Deepest Foundations.

The World Is A Perpetual Caricature Of Itself; At Every Moment It Is The Mockery And The Contradiction Of What It Is Pretending To Be.

People Never Believe In Volcanoes Until The Lava Actually Overtakes Them.

Memory Itself Is An Internal Rumour.