Reality Is A Prison, Where One Vegetates

From Someone Who Doesn't Want To Share Your Destiny, You Should Neither Accept A Cigarette

The Problems That Agitate One Generation Are Exstinguished For The Next, Not Because They Have Been Solved But Because The General Lack Of Interest Sweeps Them Away.

Death Is Repose, But The Thought Of Death Disturbs All Repose.

There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being Alive. All The Rest Is Misery.

All Our "most Sacred Affections " Are Merely Prosaic Habit.