We spend our days in deliberating, and we end them without coming to any resolve.
Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.
I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.
But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads?
There is so much stubborn hope in the human heart.
Freedom is not a reward or a decoration that is celebrated with champagne...Oh no! It's a...long distance race, quite solitary and very exhausting.