But he who dies in despair has lived his whole life in vain.
Life has changed into a timeless succession of shocks, interspaced with empty, paralysed intervals.
In psycho-analysis nothing is true except the exaggerations.
Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.
The gods look in pleasure on penitent sinners.
Of the world as it exists, it is not possible to be enough afraid.