When a thing has been said and well, have no scruple. Take it and copy it.
What we call strategy is mainly just crossing rivers on bridges and passing mountains though cols.
A tale without love is like beef without mustard: insipid.
Our passions are ourselves.
Until you have loved an animal, part of your soul will have remained dormant.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.