Murder Is Terribly Exhausting.

...the Habit Of Despair Is Worse Than Despair Itself.

To Live Is In Itself A Value Judgment. To Breathe Is To Judge.

If We Believe In Nothing, If Nothing Has Any Meaning And If We Can Affirm No Values Whatsoever, Then Everything Is Possible And Nothing Has Any Importance.

Find Your Happiness In Yourself.

Over There, In Europe, All Was Shame And Anger. Here It Was Exile Or Solitude, Among These Languid And Agitated Madmen Who Danced In Order To Die.