A Head Full Of Stars, Just Not

Success Is The Space One Occupies In The Newspaper. Success Is One Day's Insolence.

There Is No Doubt: The Study Of Man Is Just Beginning, At The Same Time That His End Is In Sight

People Love As Self-recognition What They Hate As An Accusation.

One Has A Prejudice Wherever One Fears A Transformation.

Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is Functioning, We Are All Hostages