The curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.
Emile M. CioranMelancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.
Emile M. CioranThe curtain of the universe is moth-eaten, and through its holes we see nothing now but mask and ghost.
Emile M. CioranMelancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it.
Emile M. Cioran