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Life Is A Terrible Conflict, A Grandiose And Atrocious Confluence. Hunting Submerges Man Deliberately In That Formidable Mystery And Therefore Contains Something Of Religious Rite And Emotion In Which Homage Is Paid To What Is Divine, Transcendent, And In The Laws Of Nature.

Life Is Fired At Us Point Blank.

Thought Is Not A Gift To Man But A Laborious, Precarious And Volatile Acquisition.

A Revolution Only Lasts Fifteen Years, A Period Which Coincides With The Effectiveness Of A Generation.

Thinking Is The Desire To Gain Reality By Means Of Ideas.