To Accomplish Nothing And Die

I Never Met One Interesting Mind That Was Not Richly Endowed With Inadmissible Deficiencies.

You Are Done For - A Living Dead Man - Not When You Stop Loving But Stop Hating. Hatred Preserves: In It, In Its Chemistry, Resides The Mystery Of Life.

By Virtue Of Depression, We Recall Those Misdeeds We Buried In The Depths Of Our Memory. Depression Exhumes Our Shames.

We Are All Deep In A Hell Each Moment Of Which Is A Miracle.

One Is And Remains A Slave As Long As One Is Not Cured Of Hoping.