...the habit of despair is worse than despair itself.

You must have a love, a great love, to ensure an alibi at unjustified despairs that conquer all of us

For there is merely bad luck in not being loved; there is misfortune in not loving.

To be born to create, to love, to win at games is to be born to live in time of peace. But war teaches us to lose everything and become what we were not. It all becomes a question of style.

Once in the midst of a seemingly endless winter, I discovered within myself an invincible spring.

When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him. In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?