Cruel as death, and hungry as the grave.

Welcome, kindred glooms! Congenial horrors, hail!

There studious let me sit, And hold high converse with the mighty dead.

See, Winter comes to rule the varied year, Sullen and sad.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the tw…

Qui ne craint point la mort ne craint point les menaces.

It is good to be a cynic - it is better to be a contented cat - and it is best not to exist at all. Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world - …