We know all their gods; they ignore ours. What they call our sins are our gods, and what they call their gods, we name otherwise.
A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.
Renouncement: the heroism of mediocrity.
Silence too can be indiscreet.
Avoid that romantic trap: saying more than you feel, forcing yourself to feel more than you've said!
Youth is not a question of years: one is young or old from birth.