Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.
Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.
Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.
Jealousy – that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name – and moving on.
Woes and wonders of Power that tonic hell synthesis of poison and panacea.
Society is not a disease it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.
Life inspires more dread than death – it is life which is the great unknown.
The desire to die was my one and only concern to it I have sacrificed everything even death.
Crime in full glory consolidates authority by the sacred fear it inspires.
Isn’t history ultimately the result of our fear of boredom?
The fear of being deceived is the vulgar version of the quest for Truth.
For you who no longer posses it freedom is everything for us who do it is merely an illusion.
Negation is the mind’s first freedom yet a negative habit is fruitful only so long as we exert ourselves to overcome it adapt it to our needs once acquired it can imprison us.
No one can enjoy freedom without trembling.