By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

We define only out of despair, we must have a formula... to give a facade tot he void.

A distant enemy is always preferable to one at the gate.

Boredom dismantles the mind, renders it superficial, out at the seams, saps it from within and dislocates it.

To act is to anchor in an imminent future, so imminent it becomes almost tangible; to act is to feel you are consubstantial with that future.

The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.