The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.

There is mercy for everyone, except those who are bored with life.

The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.

If it were possible to have a life absolutely free from every feeling of sin, what a terrifying vacuum it would be.

When we read, we are not looking for new ideas, but to see our own thoughts given the seal of confirmation on the printed page. The words that strike us are those that awake an echo in a zone we have already made our own—the place where we live—and the vibration enables us to find fresh starting points within ourselves