A man lusts to become a god... and there is murder. Murder upon murder upon murder. Why is the world of men nothing but murder?

"What is a human being, then?" "A seed." "A... seed?" "An acorn that is unafraid to destroy itself in growing into a tree."

For war is never some cosmic accident descending upon a people with all the chance and inevitability of asteroids falling like fire out of the heavens, but only the will and work of man.

In an infinite universe, every point in space-time is the center.

Self-creation is the highest art.

Beliefs are the eyelids of the mind.

Life moved ever outward into infinite possibilities and yet all things were perfect and finished in every single moment, their end attained.

Before, you are wise; after, you are wise. In between you are otherwise.

We are the eyes through which the Univers observes itself and knows itself divine.

But it is the nature of life that no emotion is meant to last forever.

The belly is the reason that man does not easily mistake himself for a god.

In this country we have no place for hyphenated Americans.

.."I let people walk away, the one who loved me, the one who cares for me, I push them to their limits but the saddest part is...I felt nothing, too much pain makes me numb..

Without passion everything is lame in this life.”Baris Gencel

If men do not now succeed in abolishing war, civilization and mankind are doomed.

La mort n'est que pour les me diocres. Death is only for the mediocre.

Beware of looking for goals: look for a way of life. Decide how you want to live and then see what you can do to make a living WITHIN that way of life.

It's amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface.

Every silver lining has a touch of grey.

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.