Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.
History has shown that the less people read, the more books they buy.
Truth and freedom, having few lovers, are demanding mistresses.
We don't have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.
Heroism is accessible. Happiness is more difficult.
The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.