Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.
Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends
Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.
Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.
There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.