I swear to you gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness.
Suffering is the sole origin of consciousness.
Forgive me... for my love -for ruining you with my love.
Youโre a gentleman,โ they used to say to him. โYou shouldnโt have gone murdering people with a hatchet; thatโs no occupation for a gentleman.
I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.
Man, so long as he remains free, has no more constant and agonizing anxiety than find as quickly as possible someone to worship.