do you want to see a piece of my soul?


candide - voltaire - chapter XII

A hundred times I was upon the point of killing myself; but I still loved life. This ridiculous foible is perhaps one of our most fatal characteristics; for is there anything more absurd than to wish to carry continually a burden which one can always throw down? to detest existence yet cling to one's existence? in brief, to caress the serpent which devours us, till he has eaten our very heart?

an illustration of a white bunny with white fur, black hair and glasses. he looks skeptical.
an illustration of a white bunny with white fur, black hair and glasses. he's laying down. he looks a little stupid.