Murder begins where self-defense ends.
The world is chaos. Nothingness is the yet-to-be-born god of the world.
The strides of humanity are slow, they can only be counted in centuries.
There are only Epicureans, either crude or refined; Christ was the most refined.
People like us are unhappy in this world and in the next, I guess if we made it to heaven, we'd have to help make it thunder.
I'll know how to die with courage; that is easier than living.