Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.

The History Of Ideas Is The History Of The Grudges Of Solitary Men.

Beware Of Thinkers Whose Minds Function Only When They Are Fueled By A Quotation.

We Define Only Out Of Despair, We Must Have A Formula... To Give A Facade Tot He Void.

Suffering Makes You Live Time In Detail, Moment After Moment. Which Is To Say That It Exists For You: Over The Others, The Ones Who Don't Suffer, Time Flows, So That They Don't Live In Time, In Fact They Never Have.

Melancholy: An Appetite No Misery Satisfies.