Without Freedom, No Art; Art Lives Only

There Is The Good And The Bad, The Great And The Low, The Just And The Unjust. I Swear To You That All That Will Never Change.

All That Remains Is A Fate Whose Outcome Alone Is Fatal. Outside Of That Single Fatality Of Death, Everything, Joy Or Happiness, Is Liberty. A World Remains Of Which Man Is The Sole Master. What Bound Him Was The Illusion Of Another World.

Men Cry Because Things Are Not What They Ought To Be.

There Are Always Reasons For Murdering A Man. But There Is No Justification For His Existence.

You Always Get Exaggerated Notions Of Things You Don't Know Anything About.