All the events of our life are materials of which we can make what we will.
Our bodies are molded rivers.
Many books are longer than they seem. They have indeed no end. The boredom that they cause is truly absolute and infinite.
Character is a wish for a perfect education.
A complete need should not exist... love, life in common with loved ones?
The mysterious path goes inward. It is in us, and not anywhere else, where the eternity of the worlds, the past and the future are found.