Behind Every Glorious Facade There Is Always

You Believe By Doubting And You Doubt By Believing; Yet This State Too Is Not The Final One.

A Man Who For An Entire Week Does Nothing But Hit Himself Over The Head Has Little Reason To Be Proud.

This Is Another Lie. We Are Only Seeking Man. We Have No Need Of Other Worlds. A Single World, Our Own, Suffices Us; But We Can't Accept It For What It Is. We Are Searching For An Ideal Image Of Our Own World: We Go In Quest Of A Planet, A Civilization Superior To Our Own But Developed On The Basis Of A Prototype Of Our Primeval Past.

I Do Not Like The Way People Use The More And More Magnificent Fruits Of Technology To Their Filthy Deeds.

If A Man Who Can’t Count Finds A Four Leaf Clover, Is He Lucky?