Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all. >>
Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am e >>
What one hides is worth neither more nor less than what one finds. And >>
Being is a fiction invented by those who suffer from becoming. >>
Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an >>
Man is the only animal for whom his own existence is a problem which h >>
It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is elsewhere.