Liberty Is The Possibility Of Isolation.

On The Road Halfway Between Faith And Criticism Stands The Inn Of Reason. Reason Is Faith In What Can Be Understood Without Faith, But It's Still A Faith, Since To Understand Presupposes That There's Something Understandable.

We, All Who Live, Have A Life That Is Lived And Another Life That Is Thought, And The Only Life We Have It's The One That Is Divided In Right Or Wrong.

Life Hurls Us Like A Stone, And We Sail Through The Air Saying, "look At Me Move.

My Dreams Are A Stupid Refuge, Like An Umbrella Against A Thunderbolt.

To Choose Ways Of Not Acting Was Ever The Concern And Scruple Of My Life.