Truth Has Very Few Friends And Those

Every Time I Wake, I Understand How Easy It Is To Be Nothing.

That In Man Which Cannot Be Domesticated Is Not His Evil But His Goodness.

He Who Does Not Fill His World With Phantoms Remains Alone.

If Those Who Owe Us Nothing Gave Us Nothing, How Poor We Would Be.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.