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Emile M. Cioran
Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.
Emile M. Cioran
Mind, even more deadly to empires than to individuals, erodes them, compromises their solidity.
Emile M. Cioran
Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other.
Emile M. Cioran
Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.
Emile M. Cioran
Man must vanquish himself, must do himself violence, in order to perform the slightest action untainted by evil.
Emile M. Cioran
Man is unacceptable.
Emile M. Cioran
Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.
Emile M. Cioran
Life is nothing; death, everything. Yet there is nothing which is death, independent of life. It is precisely this absence of autonomous, distinct reality which makes death universal; it has no realm of its own, it is omnipresent, like everything which lacks identity, limit, and bearing: an indecent infinitude.
Emile M. Cioran
Life is merely a fracas on an unmapped terrain, and the universe a geometry stricken with epilepsy.
Emile M. Cioran
Life inspires more dread than death-it is life which is the great unknown.