Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it. - Emil Cioran

Only thoughts that are randomly born die. The other thoughts we carry with us without knowing them. They have abandoned themselves to forgetfulness so that they can be with us all the time.

There was a time when time did not yet exist. ... The rejection of birth is nothing but the nostalgia for this time before time.

Nothing surpasses the pleasures of idleness: even if the end of the world were to come, I would not leave my bed at an ungodly hour.