Knowledge, having irritated and stimulated our appetite for power, will lead us inexorably to our ruin. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
If we had the courage to confront the doubts we timidly conceive about ourselves, none of us would utter an 'I' without… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Beware of thinkers whose minds function only when they are fueled by a quotation. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Lucidity's task: to attain a correct despair, an Olympian ferocity. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Not to be born is undoubtedly the best plan of all. Unfortunately, it is within no one's reach. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
How easy it is to be "deep": all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Melancholy redeems this universe, and yet it is melancholy that separates us from it. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Maniacs of Procreation, bipeds with devalued faces, we have lost all appeal for each other. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
My enthusiasms...constitute my reserves, my unexploited resources, perhaps my future. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity? — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Progress is the injustice each generation commits with regard to its predecessors. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
To defy heredity is to defy billions of years, to defy the first cell — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
A people represents not so much an aggregate of ideas and theories as of obsessions. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
"The Holy Ghost," Luther instructs us, "is not a skeptic." Not everyone can be, and that is really too bad. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
Woes and wonders of Power, that tonic hell, synthesis of poison and panacea. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
If each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say:… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed… — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
Let us not be needlessly bitter: certain failures are sometimes fruitful. — Emile M. Cioran Copy Share Image
