Coma sidéral

Et puis, après avoir fait du temps sur une planète aussi barbare que la terre, un retour au coma sidéral ne devrait présenter aucun inconvénient.

Cher Mark Twain…
Je lui dois une lettre de reconnaissance posthume pour tous les moments de pur plaisir passés en sa compagnie; il la recevra peut-être télépathiquement dans son Nirvana : )

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Death

I have been born more times than anybody except Krishna.
~ Mark Twain's Autobiography 

Life was not a valuable gift, but death was. Life was a fever-dream made up of joys embittered by sorrows, pleasure poisoned by pain; a dream that was a nightmare-confusion of spasmodic and fleeting delights, ecstasies, exultations, happinesses, interspersed with long-drawn miseries, griefs, perils, horrors, disappointments, defeats, humiliations, and despairs -- the heaviest curse devisable by divine ingenuity; but death was sweet, death was gentle, death was kind; death healed the bruised spirit and the broken heart, and gave them rest and forgetfulness; death was man's best friend; when man could endure life no longer, death came and set him free.
~ Letters from the Earth

[I am] not sorry for anybody who is granted the privilege of prying behind the curtain to see if there is any contrivance that is half so shabby and poor and foolish as the invention of mortal life.
~ Letter to Mary Mason Fairbanks, 1894

Whoever has lived long enough to find out what life is, knows how deep a debt of gratitude we owe to Adam, the first great benefactor of our race. He brought death into the world.
~ The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson and the Comedy of the Extraordinary Twins

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Love

The frankest and freest product of the human mind and heart is a love letter; the writer gets his limitless freedom of statement and expression from his sense that no stranger is going to see what he is writing. **
~ Mark Twain's Autobiography, 1959 preface

When you fish for love, bait with your heart, not your brain.
~ Notebook, 1898

** Aujourd'hui on les envoie par email, alors l'assurance qu'aucun étranger ne les lira est plutôt nulle  : )
Que penserait Mark Twain d’Internet? Hum... I wonder.