To Hope Is To Contradict The Future.

The Only Free Mind Is One That, Pure Of All Intimacy With Beings Or Objects, Plies Its Own Vacuity.

A Book Is A Suicide Postponed.

We Are So Lonely In Life That We Must Ask Ourselves If The Loneliness Of Dying Is Not A Symbol Of Our Human Existence.

What Is Pity But The Vice Of Kindness.

Tolerance Cannot Seduce The Young.