The wing of the Falcon brings to the king, the wing if the crow brings him to the cemetery.

I am a hidden meaning made to defy. The grasp of words, and walk away With free will and destiny. As living, revolutionary clay.

Life is a struggle and not a matter of privilege. It is nothing but one's knowledge of the temporal and the spiritual world.

But the universe, as a collection of finite things, presents itself as a kind of island situated in a pure vacuity to which time, regarded as a series of mutually exclusive moments, is nothing and does nothing.

Words, without power, is mere philosophy.

Physiologically less violent and psychologically more suitable to a concrete type of mind.

God is not a dead equation!