Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.

What Are You Waiting For In Order To Give Up?

So Long As Man Is Protected By Madness - He Functions - And Flourishes.

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

The Wise Man, The Sage, Is Hostile To The New. Disabused, He Abdicates: That Is His Form Of Protest.

I Foresee The Day When We Shall Read Nothing But Telegrams And Prayers.