“ To every man his little cross. Till he dies. And is forgotten. ”
You're on Earth. There's no cure for that.
~ Samuel Beckett
The end is in the beginning and yet you go on.
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.
