Skepticism Is The Elegance Of

Democracy: A Festival Of Mediocrity.

We Must Suffer To The End, To The Moment When We Stop Believing In Suffering.

Man Must Vanquish Himself, Must Do Himself Violence, In Order To Perform The Slightest Action Untainted By Evil.

Who Rebels? Who Rises In Arms? Rarely The Slave, But Almost Always The Oppressor Turned Slave.

Maniacs Of Procreation, Bipeds With Devalued Faces, We Have Lost All Appeal For Each Other.