Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Life is spent hovering round our tomb. Our various sicknesses are but the winds which carry us more or less near to the haven. … Death is our friend, nevertheless we do not recognise it as such, because it presents itself to us under a mask, and that mask inspires us with terror. ”
François-René de Chateaubriand
From : Mémoires d'Outre-Tombe
