Words Are Magical In The Way They

Blood Of The World, Time Staunchless Flows; The Wound Is Mortal And Is Mine.

I Want To Know What Passion Is. I Want To Feel Something Strongly.

Individual Insanity Is Immune To The Consequences Of Collective Insanity

The Pursuit Of Truth Is Just A Polite Name For The Intellectual's Favorite Pastime Of Substituting Simple And Therefore False Abstractions For The Living Complexities Of Reality.

Our Vanity Makes Us Exaggerate The Importance Of Human Life; The Individual Is Nothing; Nature Cares Only For The Species.