There was [is] something seriously wrong with the world for which neither God nor His absence could be blamed.

Everyone knew the urge to run from the world; few dared do it.

When the time comes there will be no time. Now is the time.

How does a man decide in what order to abandon his life?

Everybody is a stranger$$$ but that's the danger in going my own way.

Some might tell you there's no hope in hand just because they feel hopeless. But you don't have to be a thing like that. You be a ship in a bottle$$$ set sail.

Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature$$$ the heart of a heartless world and the soul of soulless conditions. It is the opium of the people.

I am free of all prejudices. I hate every one equally.

People often claim to hunger for truth$$$ but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

Some old wounds never truly heal$$$ and bleed again at the slightest word.