I Foresee The Day When We Shall

Only One Thing Matters: Learning To Be The Loser.

The History Of Ideas Is The History Of The Grudges Of Solitary Men.

Torment, For Some Men, Is A Need, An Appetite, And An Accomplishment.

The Refutation Of Suicide: Is It Not Inelegant To Abandon A World Which Has So Willingly Put Itself At The Service Of Our Melancholy?

A Book Has To Dig Through The Wounds, More, It Has Cause A New One, A Book It Has To Be Dangerous.