Existing Is Plagiarism.

To Want Fame Is To Prefer Dying Scorned Than Forgotten.

What Does The Future, That Half Of Time, Matter To The Man Who Is Infatuated With Eternity?

A Sudden Silence In The Middle Of A Conversation Suddenly Brings Us Back To Essentials: It Reveals How Dearly We Must Pay For The Invention Of Speech.

Only One Thing Matters: Learning To Be The Loser.

Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And Yet It Is Melancholy That Separates Us From It.