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To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or read more
To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be -- I hope it is -- redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it by not dying!
I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it by not dying!
If you wish to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water.
If you wish to drown, do not torture yourself with shallow water.
He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
He who dies with the most toys is, nonetheless, still dead.
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable read more
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat.
You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.
You can kill a man but you can't kill an idea.
One who rushes madly after inordinate desire, runs the risk of encountering destruction and death.
One who rushes madly after inordinate desire, runs the risk of encountering destruction and death.
Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. read more
Two babies were born on the same day at the same hospital. They lay there and looked at each other. Their familiescame and took them away. Eighty years later, by a bizarre coincidence, they lay in the same hospital, on their deathbeds, next to each other. One of them looked at the other and said,
So. What did you think?.
Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my read more
Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep. Each morning I awake to discover in the corners of my eyes the small tears of his wax.
