Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.
My neighbor doesn't want to be loved as much as he wants to be envied.
To this pass Christianity has come There is no God, and Jesus is his son.
I have stopped being a misanthrope.
By walking, I found out where I was going.
God is indeed dead. He died of self-horror when He saw the creature He had made in His own image.