The More I Produce, The Less I

Imagination Offers People Consolation For What They Cannot Be, And Humor For What They Actually Are.

And For All His Life It Would Be Kindness And Love That Made Him Cry, Never Pain Or Persecution, Which On The Contrary Only Reinforced His Spirit And His Resolution.

One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy.

The Real Passion Of The Twentieth Century Is Servitude.

Our Civilization Survives In The Complacency Of Cowardly Or Malignant Minds -- A Sacrifice To The Vanity Of Aging Adolescents