Men are angels born without wings, nothing could be nicer than to be born without wings and to make them grow.
Chaos is order yet undeciphered.
Nothing so tires a person as having to struggle, not with himself, but with an abstraction.
Your questions are false if you already know the answer.
As my cat would say, all hours are good for sleeping.
I think we are blind, Blind but seeing, Blind people who can see, but do not see.