A world with many seriously ill is, in very large part, the mirror of a deficient individual and collective existential thinking.

The slave is not the one that labours like an animal for its master, but the mirror of non-humanity.

The more people I know, the more I look into the mirror and slap everybody in there!

The thought is stronger that the sky above when the man hopes, and weaker than the butterfly's wing flap when he has lost its way and cries like a helpless beast or says nothing at all...

Interpretation is a thinker's privilege.

More brainpower means more chaos to contain.