We live equally out of our bodies and out of our minds.
We are all murderers and prostitutes - no matter to what culture, society, class, nation one belongs, no matter how normal, moral, or mature, one takes oneself to be.
Perhaps God is not dead; perhaps God himself is mad.
Pain in this life is not avoidable, but the pain we create avoiding pain is avoidable.
The truth brings with it a great measure of absolution, always.
In the society of men the truth resides now less in what things are than in what they are not. Our social realities are so ugly if seen in the light of exiled truth, and beauty is no longer possible if it is not a lie.