God Is Absence. God Is The Solitude

It Was Odd, He Thought, That A Man Could Hate Himself As Though He Were Someone Else.

A Madman's Ravings Are Absurd In Relation To The Situation In Which He Finds Himself, But Not In Relation To His Madness.

Remember, Orestes: You Were Part Of My Herd, You Grazed In The Fields Along With My Sheep. Your Liberty Is Nothing But A Mange Eating Away At You, It Is Nothing But An Exile.

Sometimes The Truth Is Too Simple For Intellectuals.

Commitment Is An Act, Not A Word.