Vivre est un maladie dont le sommeil nous soulage toutes les 16 heures. C'est un pallatif. La mort est le remede.
Do you think that revolutions are made with rose water?
There is a melancholy that stems from greatness
It is inconceivable how much wit it requires to avoid being ridiculous.
Living is a sickness to which sleep provides relief every sixteen hours. It's a palliative. The remedy is death.
Intelligent people make many mistakes because they cannot believe the world is really as foolish as it is.