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

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else's body.

Reality is a prison, where one vegetates and always will.

If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.

The slowness of time, for a man who knows nothing will happen, is brutal.