We Have Lost, Being Born, As Much

I Would Like To Explode, Flow, Crumble Into Dust, And My Disintegration Would Be My Masterpiece.

"the Holy Ghost," Luther Instructs Us, "is Not A Skeptic." Not Everyone Can Be, And That Is Really Too Bad.

Far From Diminishing The Appetite For Power, Suffering Exasperates It.

To Think Is To Take A Cunning Revenge In Which We Camouflage Our Baseness And Conceal Our Lower Instincts.

A Self-respecting Man Is A Man Without A Country. A Fatherland Is Birdlime.