Life Is The Sum Of Your Choices.

Without Work All Life Goes Rotten.

A Stranger To Myself And To The World, Armed Solely With A Thought That Negates Itself As Soon As It Asserts, What Is This Condition In Which I Can Have Peace Only By Refusing To Know And To Live, In Which The Appetite For Conquest Bumps Into Walls That Defy Its Assaults?

Some Are Created To Love, While The Others - To Live.

No Matter What Cause One Defends, It Will Suffer Permanent Disgrace If One Resorts To Blind Attacks On Crowds Of Innocent People.

There Is A Terrible Emptiness In Me, An Indifference That Hurts.