I Piss On You All

Well, You Know... Experience Is A Muffled Lantern That Throws Light Only On The Bearer...it's Incommunicable.

A Man Should Be Resigned To Knowing Himself A Little Better Each Day If He Hasn't Got The Guts To Put An End To His Sniveling Once And For All.

I Piss On You All From A Considerable Height.

Most People Die At The Last Minute; Others Twenty Years Beforehand, Some Even Earlier. They Are The Wretched Of The Earth.

For The Poor Of This World, Two Major Ways Of Expiring Are Available: Either By The Absolute Indifference Of Your Fellow-men In Peace-time, Or By The Homicidal Passion Of These Same When War Breaks Out.