Every Form Of Talent Involves A Certain

There Was A Time When Time Did Not Yet Exist. … The Rejection Of Birth Is Nothing But The Nostalgia For This Time Before Time.

Old Age, After All, Is Merely The Punishment For Having Lived.

We Derive Our Vitality From Our Store Of Madness.

Only Optimists Commit Suicide, Optimists Who No Longer Succeed At Being Optimists. The Others, Having No Reason To Live, Why Would They Have Any To Die?

Our First Intuitions Are The True Ones.