Theories Pass. The Frog Remains.

I Still Understand A Few Words In Life, But I No Longer Think They Make A Sentence.

Certain Brief Sentences Are Peerless In Their Ability To Give One The Feeling That Nothing Remains To Be Said.

I Think I Am One Of Those Who Can Manage Not To Take On A Completely Different Appearance Under Their Own Glance.

Kill One Man, And You Are A Murderer. Kill Millions Of Men, And You Are A Conqueror. Kill Them All, And You Are A God.

Kill One Man, And You Are Murderer.