Life ought to be lived on a basis of silence, where truth blossoms.
Life is creation - self and circumstances, the raw material.
Night is torment. That is why people go to sleep. To avoid clear sight and torment.
It will all go on as long as women are stupid enough to go on bringing men into the world. . .
The difference between you and me is that you think to live and I live to think.
Death must be got through as life had been, just somehow.