He knows not his own strength that hath not met adversity.
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.
No woman marries for money they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.
The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.
No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in the world.
The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.
All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority, otherwise called ambition.
Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
At great periods you have always felt, deep within you, the temptation to commit suicide. You gave yourself to it, breached your own defenses. You were a child. The idea of suicide was a protest against life; by dying, you would escape this longing for death.
Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference.
Suffering is by no means a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God. Suffering is a fierce, bestial thing, commonplace, uncalled for, natural as air. It is intangible; no one can grasp it or fight against it; it dwells in time -- is the same thing as time; if it comes in fits and starts, that is only so as to leave the sufferer more defenseless during the moments that follow, those long moments when one relives the last bout of torture and waits for the next.
If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be!
Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will. All the rest --thought, action --is just a pastime, mental or physical. What counts then, is to come to grips with reality. The rest can go.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
We don't remember days; we remember moments.
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
Love is the cheapest of religions.
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