Life should be lived to the point of tears
Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood - never.
For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
Proof is never definitive, after all; one has to begin again with each new person.
When I look at my life and its secret colors, I feel like bursting into tears.
When there is no hope, one must invent hope.