Melancholy: An Appetite No Misery Satisfies.

That History Just Unfolds, Independently Of A Specified Direction, Of A Goal, No One Is Willing To Admit.

Doubt Works Deep Within You Like A Disease Or, Even More Effectively, Like A Faith.

We Are So Lonely In Life That We Must Ask Ourselves If The Loneliness Of Dying Is Not A Symbol Of Our Human Existence.

A Sudden Silence In The Middle Of A Conversation Suddenly Brings Us Back To Essentials: It Reveals How Dearly We Must Pay For The Invention Of Speech.

In Order To Have The Stuff Of A Tyrant, A Certain Mental Derangement Is Necessary.