If, at the limit, you can rule without crime, you cannot do so without injustices.
What can be said, lacks reality. Only what fails to make its way into words exists and counts.
Pursued by our origins... we all are.
A book is a suicide postponed.
Who Rebels? Who rises in arms? Rarely the slave, but almost always the oppressor turned slave.
No one should forget: Eros alone can fulfill life; knowledge, never. Only Eros makes sense; knowledge is empty infinity; – for thoughts, there is always time; life has its time; there is no thought that comes too late; any desire can become a regret.