The true hero fights and dies in the name of his destiny, and not in the name of a belief.
The limit of every pain is an even greater pain.
In the hours without sleep, each moment is so full and so vacant that it suggests itself as a rival of Time.
Vague a l'ame - melancholy yearning for the end of the world.
When we cannot be delivered from ourselves, we delight in devouring ourselves.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing; but instead of nonchalantly promenading our own corruption, we exude our sweat and grow winded upon the fetid air.