He had opened his heart to the sublime indifference of the universe
Thinking is learning all over again how to see, directing one's consciousness, making of every image a privileged place.
Youth is above all a collection of possibilities.
The entire history of mankind is, in any case, nothing but a prolonged fight to the death for the conquest of universal prestige and absolute power.
Love is the kind of illness that does not spare the intelligent or the dull.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.