E.M. Cioran

He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.

The Art of Love: knowing how to combine the temperment of a vampire with the discretion of an anemone.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

The history of ideas is the history of the grudges of solitary men.

Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

- E.M. Cioran