You can know all there is to know about life and mankind, but what do you really know about yourself?

The man who let the love of his life pass him by will end up alone with his regrets and all the sighs in the world won't soothe his soul.

We've already been killed, all of us. It happened so long ago, we've forgotten it.

If you want your life to be a small part of eternity, to be lucid even in the heart of madness, love... Love with all your strength, love as though it is all you know how to do, love enough to make the gods themselves jealous... for it is in love that all ugliness reveals its beauty.

Posterity has never made the grave's embrace less cruel. It simply assuages our fear of death, because there is no better cure for out inevitable morality then the illusion of a beautiful eternity. But there is one illusion I still hold dear: that is the thought of an enlightened nation. That is the only future I still dream of.

I was depressed. I knew I was lost, but I had no idea how to find myself again. It was as though I was a different person, an infuriating, disappointing yet indispensable person whose body was my only home.

There's nothing, absolutely nothing, more important than your life. And your life isn't more important than other people's lives.