If we have anything kind to say, any tender sentiment to express, we feel a sense of shame.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist.

There is no forgiveness in nature.

Every tiny part of us cries out against the idea of dying, and hopes to live forever.

Killing time is the chief end of our society.

The spontaneity of slaps is sincerity, whereas the ceremonial of caresses is largely convention.

At any given moment, I open my eyes and exist. And before that, during all eternity, what was there? Nothing.