I am alive again, now that I can no longer stand to live.
There is scarcely any passion without struggle.
What I believe to be true I must therefore preserve. What seems to me so obvious, even against me, I must support.
Too many have dispensed with generosity in order to practice charity.
If we believe in nothing, if nothing has any meaning and if we can affirm no values whatsoever, then everything is possible and nothing has any importance.
Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.