My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.
Tragic paradox of freedom: the mediocre men who alone make its exercise possible cannot guarantee its duration.
Between Ennui and Ecstasy unwinds our whole experience of time.
There is only one thing worse than boredom, and that is the fear of boredom.
I'm simply an accident. Why take it all so seriously?
One is and remains a slave as long as one is not cured of hoping.