If It Were Possible To

It Is Not The Actual Enjoyment Of Pleasure That We Desire. What We Want Is To Test The Futility Of That Pleasure, So As To Be No Longer Obsessed By It.

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.

But The Real, Tremendous Truth Is This: Suffering Serves No Purpose Whatever.

Life Is Pain And The Enjoyment Of Love Is An Anesthetic.

One Must Look For One Thing Only, To Find Many.