All humans are rogues. Cured only by death.

Humans, left to own misguided devices, scratches the Divine in the self as one would the lice, but remember to lick well all the vices.

Most people are scumbags. Accept it. Let go. Chill out, douchebags.

Only one kind of species of animals bites the hand that feeds them - mankind.

After you die, a rare friend or family member may carry your memory throughout life. Most will forget you. As if you were never here.

Humans are mostly kind only to their own-self, and their own. To another being, they're mostly indifferent, if not inhumane.