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Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky - all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.
The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.
Writing is a fine thing, because it combines the two pleasures of talking to yourself and talking to a crowd.
To know the world, one must construct it
The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.
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.
The only joy in the world is to begin.
Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
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.
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.
Love is the cheapest of religions.
It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?
If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.
No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.
One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.
Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.
Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped.
All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.
If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.
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