I love the night passionately... I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.
Guy de MaupassantWords dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.
Guy de Maupassantbreathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
Guy de Maupassant