I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.
Jean-Paul Sartre
poetry & prose by HLR
poetry & prose by HLR
I am no longer sure of anything. If I satiate my desires, I sin but I deliver myself from them; if I refuse to satisfy them, they infect the whole soul.
Jean-Paul Sartre
Treacle Heart 
Well said Sartre – it’s a choice of too much Being or disappear into Nothingness