Suicides Are Timid Murderers. Masochism

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies.

There Comes A Day When, For Someone Who Has Persecuted Us, We Feel Only Indifference, A Weariness At His Stupidity. Then We Forgive Him.

Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates And Always Will.

It Is Stupid To Grieve For The Loss Of A Girl Friend: You Might Never Have Met Her, So You Can Do Without Her.

But The Real, Tremendous Truth Is This: Suffering Serves No Purpose Whatever.