When The Rich Wage War,

I Have No Need For Good Souls: An Accomplice Is What I Wanted.

The For-itself, In Fact, Is Nothing But The Pure Nihilation Of The In-itself; It Is Like A Hole Of Being At The Heart Of Being.

God Is The Solitude Of Men. There Was Only Me: I Alone Decided To Commit Evil; Alone, I Invented Good. I Am The One Who Cheated, I Am The One Who Performed Miracles, I Am The One Accusing Myself Today, I Alone Can Absolve Myself; Me, The Man.

I Should Wish [alain Robbe-grillet] To Realize That Guinea Exists.

There Is No Human Nature, Since There Is No God To Conceive It.