Their Guilt Made Me Eloquent Because I

The Purpose Of A Writer Is To Keep Civilization From Destroying Itself.

Revolt And Revolution Both Wind Up At The Same Crossroads: The Police, Or Folly.

There Is But One Truly Serious Philosophical Problem And That Is Suicide. Judging Whether Life Is Or Is Not Worth Living Amounts To Answering The Fundamental Question Of Philosophy. All The Rest — Whether Or Not The World Has Three Dimensions, Whether The Mind Has Nine Or Twelve Categories — Comes Afterwards. These Are Games; One Must First Answer.

I Am Alive Again, Now That I Can No Longer Stand To Live.

Happiness Too Is Inevitable.