The Four Conditions Of Happiness:

People Believe A Man Is In Distress Because His Loved One Dies In One Day. But His Real Pain Is Less Futile: It Is That He Finds Out That Sadness Too Does Not Last. Even Pain Has No Meaning.

The Most Elementary Form Of Rebellion, Paradoxically , Expresses An Aspiration For Order .

Fiction Is The Lie Through Which We Tell The Truth.

Mother Died Today. Or Maybe Yesterday; I Can't Be Sure.

This World, Such As It Is, Is Not Tolerable. Therefore I Need The Moon, Or Happiness, Or Immortality, I Need Something Which Is Perhaps Demented, But Which Is Not Of This World.