How do you put everyone in the pool, so you have the right to dry yourself in the sun?
Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.
The real passion of the twentieth century is servitude.
In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.
The best revenge you can have on intellectuals is to be madly happy.