Since we do nothing in this confused world that lasts or that, lasting, is of any worth, and even what's useful fo us we lose so soon, with our own lives, let us prefer the pleasure of the moment to an absurd concern with the future...

I believe in the world as in daisy,
Because I see it.
But I don't thin about it,
Because to think is to not understand.
The world wasn't made for us to think about it
But to look at it and to be in agreement.
To what?
I have no philosophy,
I have senses...