It is debasing to die the way one does; it is intolerable to be exposed to an end over which we have no control, an end which lies in wait for us, ov… - Emil Cioran

It is unjust to call imaginary the diseases which are, on the contrary, only too real, since they proceed from our mind, the only regulator of our equilibrium and our health.

So it is that after each night, facing a new day, the impossible necessity of dealing with it fills us with dread; exiled in light as if the world had just started, inventing the sun, we flee from tears—just one of which would be enough to wash us out of time.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.