Music is the refuge of souls ulcerated by happiness.

Author: Emile M. Cioran

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Society is not a disease, it is a disaster. What a stupid miracle that one can live in it.

Intelligence flourishes only in the ages when belief withers.

To exist is a habit I do not despair of acquiring.

Jealousy - that jumble of secret worship and ostensible aversion.

He who would travel happily must travel light.

Jazz is not dead, it just smells funny.

Others may know pleasure, but pleasure is not happiness. It has no more importance than a shadow following a man.

Money is numbers and numbers never end. If it takes money to be happy, your search for happiness will never end.