The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life,… - Emil Cioran

But where is the antidote for lucid despair, perfectly articulated, proud, and sure? All of us are miserable, but how many know it? The consciousness of misery is too serious a disease to figure in an arithmetic of agonies or in the catalogues of the Incurable. It belittles the prestige of hell, and converts the slaughterhouses of time into idyls. What sin have you committed to be born, what crime to exist? Your suffering like your fate is without motive. To suffer, truly to suffer, is to accept the invasion of ills without the excuse of causality, as a favor of demented nature, as a negative miracle. . .

Impossible to accede to truth by opinions, for each opinion is only a mad perspective of reality.

I foresee the day when we shall read nothing but telegrams and prayers.