When I Am Occupied With A Work

Doubt Is The Privilege Of Those Who Have Lived A Long Time

Nothing So Tires A Person As Having To Struggle, Not With Himself, But With An Abstraction.

Death Is The Inventor Of God.

Human Nature Is, By Definition, A Talkative One, Imprudent, Indiscreet, Gossipy, Incapable Of Closing Its Mouth And Keeping It Closed.

Doesn't Anybody Understand That Killing In The Name Of God Only Makes Him A Murderer?