I can't understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I'm frightened of the old ones.
There's always something we can complain about. We're all one. Things could always be better, but things could always be worse.
Yes, hell exists. It is not a fairy tale. One indeed burns there. This hell is not at the end of life. It is here. At the beginning. Hell is what the infant must experience before he gets to us.

