One should not confuse the craving for life with endorsement of it.
There is no doubt: the study of man is just beginning, at the same time that his end is in sight
The profoundest thoughts of the philosophers have something trickle about them. A lot disappears in order for something to suddenly appear in the palm of the hand.
He who is obsessed by death is made guilty by it.
His head is made of stars, but not yet arranged into constellations.
There emanates from superlatives a destructive force.