People love as self-recognition what they hate as an accusation.
The fear of burglars is not only the fear of being robbed, but also the fear of a sudden and unexpected clutch out of the darkness.
There is no doubt: the study of man is just beginning, at the same time that his end is in sight
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.