Happiness And The Absurd Are

Women Are All We Know Of Paradise On This Earth.

A Man Is More A Man Through The Things He Keeps To Himself Than Through Those He Says.

A Sub-clerk In The Post-office Is The Equal Of A Conqueror If Consciousness Is Common To Them.

Our Reason Has Driven All Away. Alone At Last, We End Up Ruling Over A Desert.

The Rebel Can Never Find Peace. He Knows What Is Good And, Despite Himself, Does Evil. The Value Which Supports Him Is Never Given To Him Once And For All - He Must Fight To Uphold It, Unceasingly.