Since We're All Going To

The Society Of Merchants Can Be Defined As A Society In Which Things Disappear In Favor Of Signs. When A Ruling Class Measures Its Fortunes, Not By The Acre Of Land Or The Ingot Of Gold, But By The Number Of Figures Corresponding Ideally To A Certain Number Of Exchange Operations, It Thereby Condemns Itself To Setting A Certain Kind Of Humbug At The Center Of Its Experience And Its Universe. A Society Founded On Signs Is, In Its Essence, An Artificial Society In Which Man's Carnal Truth Is Handled As Something Artificial.

For There Is Merely Bad Luck In Not Being Loved; There Is Misfortune In Not Loving.

But Who Would Dare Condemn Me In This World With No Judges, Where No One Is Innocent!

We Are Not Certain, We Are Never Certain.

One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy.