The words of the world want to make sentences.
Man is an imagining being.
The repose of sleep refreshes only the body. It rarely sets the soul at rest. The repose of the night does not belong to us. It is not the possession of our being. Sleep opens within us an inn for phantoms. In the morning we must sweep out the shadows.
Man is a creation of desire, not a creation of need.
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