I am so far from being a pessimist...on the contrary, in spite of my scars, I am tickled to death at life.
Curiosity killed the cat.
Life is perhaps best regarded as a bad dream between two awakenings.
We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.
Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.
There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.