Time Is Heavy Sometimes; Imagine How Heavy

When Every Man Has Realized That His Birth Is A Defeat, Existence, Endurable At Last, Will Seem Like The Day After A Surrender, Like The Relief And The Repose Of The Conquered.

There Is No Other World. Nor Even This One. What, Then, Is There? The Inner Smile Provoked In Us By The Patent Nonexistence Of Both.

Society Is Not A Disease, It Is A Disaster. What A Stupid Miracle That One Can Live In It.

Trees Are Massacred, Houses Go Up — Faces, Faces Everywhere. Man Is Spreading. Man Is The Cancer Of The Earth.

Anyone Who Speaks In The Name Of Others Is Always An Impostor.