What Is Pity But The Vice Of

Whenever I Happen To Be In A City Of Any Size, I Marvel That Riots Do Not Break Out Everyday: Massacres, Unspeakable Carnage, A Doomsday Chaos. How Can So Many Human Beings Coexist In A Space So Confined Without Hating Each Other To Death?

Discretion Is Deadly To Genius; Ruinous To Talent.

The More One Has Suffered, The Less One Demands. To Protest Is A Sign One Has Traversed No Hell.

Try To Be Free: You Will Die Of Hunger.

Only Those Moments Count, When The Desire To Remain By Yourself Is So Powerful That You'd Prefer To Blow Your Brains Out Than Exchange A Word With Someone.