Melancholy Redeems This Universe, And Yet It

I Don’t Understand How People Can Believe In God, Even When I Myself Think Of Him Everyday.

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

Normal People Have Nothing To Forget.

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

I Have All The Defects Of Other People Yet Everything They Do Seems To Me Inconceivable.