No matter how the sun shone, the sea held forth no more promises.
So all a man could win in the conflict between plague and life was knowledge and memories.
From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.
Don't let them tell us stories.
We are all exceptional cases. We all want to appeal against something! Each of us insists on being innocent at all cost, even if he has to accuse the whole human race and heaven itself.
Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.