I have been thinking of death all my life. When I die, they are sure to say I had a premonition.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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You should be temperate when soaring as well. By drawing near the sun, you move away from people.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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That your enemy should admire you, is a mere delusion. He is only anxious to find your soft spot.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Writers of aphorisms are like the less developed countries that sell their raw materials for less.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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There comes a time when we live on glory just as cactus lives on the water accumulated in its stem.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Loneliness can be secured by living either in a desert on being in the midst of insignificant people.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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To commit suicide is to commit murder. Suicides should be brought back to life and punished severely.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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There is no friendship, not even the most sincere, without a little interest and a little affectation.
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Man suffers a lot because of his intelligence just as the crocodile does because of its precious skin.
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Being forgotten, I have started to doubt myself the way a flower doubts its own beauty when not picked.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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