Every Revolutionary Ends Up Either

When Love Ceases To Be Tragic It Is Something Else And The Individual Again Throws Himself In Search Of Tragedy.

But Who Would Dare Condemn Me In This World With No Judges, Where No One Is Innocent!

The Myth Of Unlimited Production Brings War In Its Train As Inevitably As Clouds Announce A Storm.

In The End, We Would Like Not To Be Guilty While At The Same Time Being Dispensed Of The Effort Of Purifying Ourselves. Not Enough Cynicism And Not Enough Virtue.

But Sometimes It Takes More Courage To Live Than To Shoot Yourself.