Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.

Not One Moment When I Have Not Been Conscious Of Being Outside Paradise.

A Sudden Silence In The Middle Of A Conversation Suddenly Brings Us Back To Essentials: It Reveals How Dearly We Must Pay For The Invention Of Speech.

Let Us Not Be Needlessly Bitter: Certain Failures Are Sometimes Fruitful.

Only Optimists Commit Suicide, Optimists Who No Longer Succeed At Being Optimists. The Others, Having No Reason To Live, Why Would They Have Any To Die?

A Decadent Civilization Compromises With Its Disease, Cherishes The Virus Infecting It, Loses Its Self-respect.