E.M. Cioran

Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and our memory.

No one could survive the instantaneous comprehension of universal grief, each heart being stirred only for a certain quantity of sufferings

Today as yesterday, we conceive hell more readily than the golden age, apocalypse than utopia, and the idea of a cosmic catastrophe is as familiar to us as it was to the Buddhists, to the pre-Socratics, or to the Stoics.