There Always Comes A Time When One

The Myth Of Unlimited Production Brings War In Its Train As Inevitably As Clouds Announce A Storm.

You Will Never Be Happy If You Continue To Search For What Happiness Consists Of. You Will Never Live If You Are Looking For The Meaning Of Life.

If I Convince Myself That This Life Has No Other Aspect Than That Of The Absurd, If I Feel That Its Whole Equilibrium Depends On That Perpetual Opposition Between My Conscious Revolt And The Darkness In Which It Struggles, If I Admit That My Freedom Has No Meaning Except In Relation To Its Limited Fate, Then I Must Say That What Counts Is Not The Best Living But The Most Living.

The Only Real Progress Lies In Learning To Be Wrong All Alone.

The Soul Of A Murderer Is Blind