• Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!

    Emile M. Cioran: Every word affords me pain. Yet how sweet it would be if I could hear what the flowers have to say about death!
    Emile M. Cioran (1999). “All Gall is Divided: Gnomes and Apothegms”, p.7, Arcade Publishing