The World's Continual Breathing Is What We

Who Has Not Asked Himself At Some Time Or Other: Am I A Monster Or Is This What It Means To Be A Person?

The Only Truth Is That I Live. Sincerely, I Live. Who Am I? Well, That's A Bit Much.

Do Not Mourn The Dead. They Know What They Are Doing.

In The World There Exists No Aesthetic Plane, Not Even The Aesthetic Plane Of Goodness.

Living Isn't Courage, Knowing That You're Living, That's Courage