The best and purest human beings, from the beginning of time, have understood that life is sacred.
Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.
Excuse me ... but I reject your definitions of me.
... unless you made your life a turning point, there was no reason for existing.
Do we always, always to the point of misery, do a thing?
In an age of madness, to expect to be untouched by madness is a form of madness. But the pursuit of sanity can be a form of madness, too