We Change Ideas Like Neckties.

Maniacs Of Procreation, Bipeds With Devalued Faces, We Have Lost All Appeal For Each Other.

I'm Simply An Accident. Why Take It All So Seriously?

We Are All Geniuses When We Dream.

History Is Nothing But A Procession Of False Absolutes, A Series Of Temples Raised To Pretexts, A Degradation Of The Mind Before The Improbable.

I Don’t Understand How People Can Believe In God, Even When I Myself Think Of Him Everyday.