All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.
Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
Skepticism is the elegance of anxiety.
Losing love is so rich a philosophical ordeal that it makes a hairdresser into a rival of Socrates.
The more we try to rest ourselves from our Egos, the deeper we sink into it.
As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.