Thinking Is The Desire To

There Is But One Way Left To Save A Classic; To Give Up Revering Him And Use Him For Our Own Salvation.

The Essence Of Man Is, Discontent, Divine Discontent; A Sort Of Love Without A Beloved, The Ache We Feel In A Member We No Longer Have.

Life Is Fired At Us Point Blank.

Living Is Nothing More Or Less Than Doing One Thing Instead Of Another.

Every Life Is, More Or Less, A Ruin Among Whose Debris We Have To Discover What The Person Ought To Have Been.