It Is An Understatement To Say That

For A Long Time—always, In Fact—i Have Known That Life Here On Earth Is Not What I Needed And That I Wasn’t Able To Deal With It; For This Reason And For This Reason Alone, I Have Acquired A Touch Of Spiritual Pride, So That My Existence Seems To Me The Degradation And The Erosion Of A Psalm.

God: A Disease We Imagine We Are Cured Of Because No One Dies Of It Nowadays.

Philosophers Write For Professors; Thinkers For Writers.

When You Have Understood That Nothing Is, That Things Do Not Even Deserve The Status Of Appearances, You No Longer Need To Be Saved, You Are Saved, And Miserable Forever.

Music Is The Refuge Of Souls Ulcerated By Happiness.