Every Form Of Talent Involves A Certain

Each Of Us Must Pay For The Slightest Damage He Inflicts Upon A Universe Created For Indifference And Stagnation, Sooner Or Later, He Will Regret Not Having Left It Intact.

Society: An Inferno Of Saviors!

I Never Met One Interesting Mind That Was Not Richly Endowed With Inadmissible Deficiencies.

The More One Has Suffered, The Less One Demands. To Protest Is A Sign One Has Traversed No Hell.

The Fear Of Your Own Solitude, Of Its Vast Surface And Its Infinity… Remorse Is The Voice Of Solitude. And What Does This Whispering Voice Say? Everything In Us That Is Not Human Anymore.