God: A Disease We Imagine We Are

An Individual Dies ... When, Instead Of Taking Risks And Hurling Himself Toward Being, He Cowers Within, And Takes Refuge There.

Impossible To Spend Sleepless Nights And Accomplish Anything: If, In My Youth, My Parents Had Not Financed My Insomnias, I Should Surely Have Killed Myself.

Progress Is The Injustice Each Generation Commits With Regard To Its Predecessors.

Tolerance Cannot Seduce The Young.

We Have Lost, Being Born, As Much As We Shall Lose Dying: Everything!