Yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.
We spend our days in deliberating, and we end them without coming to any resolve.
Old married people look so much alike that they have the same number of hairs in their ears.
From the evening breeze to this hand on my shoulder, everything has its truth.
He was conscious of the disastrous fact that love and desire must be expressed in the same way.
... man has an idea of a better world than this. But better does not mean different, it means unified... Religion or crime, every human endeavor in fact, finally obeys this unreasonabledesire and claims to give life a form it does not have.