Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is

I Would Like To Become Tolerant Without Overlooking Anything, Persecute No One Even When All People Persecute Me; Become Better Without Noticing It; Become Sadder, But Enjoy Living; Become More Serene, Be Happy In Others; Belong To No One, Grow In Everyone; Love The Best, Comfort The Worst; Not Even Hate Myself Anymore.

Pessimists Are Not Boring. Pessimists Are Right. Pessimists Are Superfluous.

He Who Is Obsessed By Death Is Made Guilty By It.

...how Could I, Fool That I Am, Go On Sitting In My Office, Or Here At Home, Instead Of Leaping Onto A Train With My Eyes Shut And Opening Them Only When I Am With You?

One Should Not Confuse The Craving For Life With Endorsement Of It.