I consider the one who conquers their desires to be braver than the one who conquers their enemies, since the hardest victory is the victory over oneself.
Isn't sleep the testimony of the lost being, of a being that is lost, of a being that flees from our being, even if we can repeat it, find it again in its strange transformation?
What is life? A frenzy. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a fiction; and the greatest good is small; for all of life is a dream, and dreams are but dreams.