The soul is immortal- well then, if I shall always live, I must have lived before, lived for a whole eternity.

I imagine, joking apart, that to know love, one must make mistakes and then correct them.

Happiness consists in always aspiring perfection, the pause in any level in perfection is the pause of happiness

Boredom: the desire for desires.

Do not be sad about what you do not have. Instead, be happy about what you do have. If you will be sad about what you don't have, you will not be happy about what you do have.

Not one word, not one gesture of yours shall I, could I, ever forget.

Morning or night, Friday or Sunday, made no difference, everything was the same: the gnawing, excruciating, incessant pain; that awareness of life irrevocably passing but not yet gone; that dreadful, loathsome death, the only reality, relentlessly closing in on him; and that same endless lie. What did days, weeks, or hours matter?