We Die In Proportion To

Old Age, After All, Is Merely The Punishment For Having Lived.

A Regret Understood By No One: The Regret To Be A Pessimist. It’s Not Easy To Be On The Wrong Foot With Life.

You Cannot Protect Your Solitude If You Cannot Make Yourself Odious.

Under Each Formula Lies A Corpse.

Only Optimists Commit Suicide, Optimists Who No Longer Succeed At Being Optimists. The Others, Having No Reason To Live, Why Would They Have Any To Die?