We Define Only Out Of Despair, We

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

I Would Like To Go Mad On One Condition, Namely, That I Would Become A Happy Madman, Lively And Always In A Good Mood, Without Any Troubles And Obsessions, Laughing Senselessly From Morning To Night.

Not One Moment When I Have Not Been Conscious Of Being Outside Paradise.

We Are All Deep In A Hell Each Moment Of Which Is A Miracle.

Ennui Is The Echo In Us Of Time Tearing Itself Apart.