What Is Pity But The Vice Of

Consciousness Is Nature's Nightmare.

I Never Met One Interesting Mind That Was Not Richly Endowed With Inadmissible Deficiencies.

Life Is Merely A Fracas On An Unmapped Terrain, And The Universe A Geometry Stricken With Epilepsy.

Impossible To Spend Sleepless Nights And Accomplish Anything: If, In My Youth, My Parents Had Not Financed My Insomnias, I Should Surely Have Killed Myself.

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