Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state. |
Love is the cheapest of religions. |
Lessons are not given, they are taken. |
Living is like working out a long addition sum, and if you make a mistake in the first two totals you will never find the right answer. It means involving oneself in a complicated chain of circumstances. |
One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love - any love - reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness. |
A man is never completely alone in this world. At the worst, he has the company of a boy, a youth, and by and by a grown man - the one he used to be. |
The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. |
One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better. |
He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity. |
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten. |
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first. |
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world. |
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped. |
If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears. |
All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition. |
We do not remember days, we remember moments. |
Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body. |
Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce. |
One must look for one thing only, to find many. |
The only joy in the world is to begin. |