No artist tolerates reality.
I hate who steals my solitude, without really offer me in exchange company.
"Faith" as an imperative is a veto against science-in praxi, it means lies at any price.
Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood.
The same passions in man and woman nonetheless differ in tempo; hence man and woman do not cease misunderstanding one another.
The moral earth, too, is round! The moral earth, too, has its antipodes! The antipodes, too, have their right to exist! There is still another world to be discovered--and more than one! Set sail, you philosophers!