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!

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

The great are great only because we are on our knees.

Mood has to be controlled.
Otherwise, it's your master.

Every master loves to fuck a slave. It is a law of nature, or maybe culture.