The sense of a long last night over civilization is back again.

Madness is locked beneath. It goes into tissues, is swallowed by the cells. The cells go mad. Cancer is their flag. Cancer is thegrowth of madness denied.

The function of socialism is to raise suffering to a higher level.

There is a no man's land between sex and love, and it alters in the night.

To blame the poor for subsisting on welfare has no justice unless we are also willing to judge every rich member of society by how productive he or she is. Taken individual by individual, it is likely that there's more idleness and abuse of government favors among the economically privileged than among the ranks of the disadvantaged.

You have the right to speak your mind.

The war between being and nothingness is the underlying illness of the twentieth century. Boredom slays more of existence than war.