Nothingness Haunts Being.

What Is Not Possible Is Not To Choose.

It Is Enough That One Man Hate Another For Hate To Gain, Little By Little, All Mankind.

Everything Comes To Us From Others. To Be Is To Belong To Someone.

One Should Commit No Stupidity Twice, The Variety Of Choice Is, In The End, Large Enough.

I Have Nothing But Contempt For You Idiotic Chosen Ones Who Have The Heart To Rejoice When There Are The Damned In Hell And The Poor On Earth; As For Me, I Am On The Side Of Men And I Will Not Leave It.