The Limit Of Every Pain Is An

No Position Is So False As Having Understood And Still Remaining Alive.

In The Hours Without Sleep, Each Moment Is So Full And So Vacant That It Suggests Itself As A Rival Of Time.

We Cannot Consent To Be Judged By Someone Who Has Suffered Less Than Ourselves. And Since Each Of Us Regards Himself As An Unrecognized Job.

Our Works, Whatever They May Be, Derive From Our Incapacity To Kill Or To Kill Ourselves.

Life Inspires More Dread Than Death - It Is Life Which Is The Great Unknown.