« What is a sage? A senile lucifer. »
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Emil Michel Cioran
Cahiers 1957-1972 |
Emil Michel Cioran
Cahiers 1957-1972
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« All grudges come that remained below ourselves, we could join us. We him never forgive others. »
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Emil Michel Cioran
Syllogismes de l’amertume |
Emil Michel Cioran
Syllogismes de l’amertume
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« Prolix in essence, literature lives the plethora of terms, the word cancer. »
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Emil Michel Cioran
Syllogismes de l’amertume |
Emil Michel Cioran
Syllogismes de l’amertume
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