Do not ask me to be kind; just ask me to act as though I were.
In literature, there are only oxen. The biggest ones are the geniuses-the ones who toil eighteen hours a day without tiring.
Failure is not our only punishment for laziness; there is also the success of others.
We spend our lives talking about this mystery. Our life.
The bourgeois are other people.
How many people have wanted to kill themselves, and have been content with tearing up their photograph!