If just once you were depressed for no reason, you have been so all your life without knowing. - Emil Cioran

The refutation of suicide: is it not inelegant to abandon a world which has so willingly put itself at the service of our melancholy?

I was walking late one night along a tree-lined path; a chestnut fell at my feet. The noise it made as it burst, the resonance it provoked in me, and an upheaval out of all proportion to this insignificant event thrust me into miracle, into the rapture of the definitive, as if there were no more questions — only answers. I was drunk on a thousand unexpected discoveries, none of which I could make use of. This is how I nearly reached the Supreme. But instead I went on with my walk.

But, braggart demons, we postpone our end: how could we renounce the display of our freedom, the show of our pride?