Anger is evidence that you are wrong.

Anger is really disappointed hope.

Anger is the fluid love bleeds when cut.

Anger implies love. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.

Boredom is only for the boring.

Boredom is the antonym of solitude.

Boredom is rage spread thin.

Boredom is the failure of imagination.

The Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.

Echo is being’s call of distress into the present.

Echo is that which, by exposing us to modernity’s deep distress, also launches the other beginning of philosophy.

Echo is the scream of forgotten being from amidst the reign of technology.

Joy is not had without fright.

Joy is doubled when shared.

Joy is sorrow unmasked.

Joy is the reflex of terror.