Life Creates Itself In Delirium And Is

We Have Convictions Only If We Have Studied Nothing Thoroughly.

The True Hero Fights And Dies In The Name Of His Destiny, And Not In The Name Of A Belief.

Nostalgia, More Than Anything, Gives Us The Shudder Of Our Own Imperfection. This Is Why With Chopin We Feel So Little Like Gods.

I'm Simply An Accident. Why Take It All So Seriously?

Tolerance Cannot Seduce The Young.