“To get up in the morning, wash and then wait for some unforeseen variety of dread or depression. I would give the whole universe and all of Shakespeare for a grain of ataraxy.”

The Trouble With Being Born (1973)
Source: The Trouble with Being Born

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Romanian philosopher and essayist 1911–1995

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