To think is an act. To feel is a fact.

The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.

Do you ever suddenly find it strange to be yourself?

Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed

Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grâce- which is called passion.

What I want is to live of that initial and primordial something that was what made some things reach the point of aspiring to be human.

Even great men are only truly recognized and honored once they are dead. Why? Because those who praise them need to feel themselves somehow superior to the person praised, they need to feel they are making some concession.