There was a time when time did not yet exist.
Nostalgia, more than anything, gives us the shudder of our own imperfection. This is why with Chopin we feel so little like gods.
I live only because it is in my power to die when I choose to: without the idea of suicide, I'd have killed myself right away.
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name - and moving on.
Our first intuitions are the true ones.
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.