Mendacity is a system that we live in. Liquor is one way out an death's the other.
Death is one moment, and life is so many of them.
A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.
Time rushes towards us with its hospital tray of infinitely varied narcotics, even while it is preparing us for its inevitably fatal operation.
The human animal is a beast that dies but the fact that he’s dying don’t give him pity for others.