The Only Friends I Have

A Criminal Is Undoubtedly A Poor Soul, Who Is Punished For His Poverty.

We Publish Only To Satisfy Out Craving For Fame; There's No Other Motive Except The Even Baser One Of Making Money.

You Are Never Truly Together With One You Love Until The Person In Question Is Dead And Actually Inside You.

We Must Allow Ourselves To Think, We Must Dare To Think, Even Though We Fail. It Is In The Nature Of Things That We Always Fail, Because We Suddenly Find It Impossible To Order Our Thoughts, Because The Process Of Thinking Requires Us To Consider Every Thought There Is, Every Possible Thought. Fundamentally We Have Always Failed, Like All The Others, Whoever They Were, Even The Greatest Minds. At Some Point, They Suddenly Failed And Their System Collapsed, As Is Proved By Their Writings, Which We Admire Because They Venture Farthest Into Failure. To Think Is To Fail, I Thought.

The Art We Need Is The Art Of Bearing The Unbearable.