I Do Not Think Therefore I Am

He Is Always Becoming, And If It Were Not For The Contingency Of Death, He Would Never End.

To Think New Thoughts You Have To Break The Bones In Your Head

If I Did Not Publish This Autobiography [les Mots] Sooner And In Its Most Radical Form, It Is Because I Considered It Exaggerated.

Time Is Too Large, It Can't Be Filled Up. Everything You Plunge Into It Is Stretched And Disintegrates.

When Rich People Fight Wars With One Another, Poor People Are The Ones To Die.