There is no means of proving it is preferable to be than not to be.
Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.
Society: an inferno of saviors!
To read is to let someone else work for you - the most delicate form of exploitation.
The wise man, the sage, is hostile to the new. Disabused, he abdicates: that is his form of protest.
If I were to be totally sincere, I would say that I do not know why I live and why I do not stop living. The answer probably lies in the irrational character of life which maintains itself without reason.