An achievement is a bondage. It obliges one to a higher achievement.
Without freedom there is no art.
I understood, by dint of digging into my memories, that modesty helped me to shine, humility helped me to triumph and virtue to oppress.
There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.
But who would dare condemn me in this world with no judges, where no one is innocent!
Love cannot accept what it is. Everywhere on earth it cries out against kindness, compassion, intelligence, everything that leads to compromise. Love demands the impossible, the absolute, the sky on fire, inexhaustible springtime, life after death, and death itself transfigured into eternal life.
I have a very old and very faithful attachment for dogs. I like them because they always forgive.
What can a meaning outside my condition mean to me? I can understand only in human terms. What I touch, what resists me - that I understand. And these two certainties - my appetite for the absolute and for unity and the impossibility of reducing this world to a rational and reasonable principle - I also know that I cannot reconcile them. What other truth can I admit without lying, without bringing in a hope I lack and which means nothing within the limits of my conditions?
I lived with the only continuity, day to day, of the me-me-me.
the one who doesnt play, doesnt win anything, but he actually looses somehting, {playing}
No matter how the sun shone, the sea held forth no more promises.
Wandering seemed no more than the happiness of an anxious man.
Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.
Poverty, first of all was never a misfortune for me; it was radiant with sunlight.. I owe it to my family, first of all, who lacked everything and who envied practically nothing.
Everybody knows life isn't worth living.
I grew up with the sea, and poverty for me was sumptuous; then I lost the sea and found all luxuries gray and poverty unbearable.
To lose the touch of flowers and women's hands is the supreme separation.
After all perhaps the greatness of art lies in the perpetual tension between beauty and pain, the love of men and the madness of creation, unbearable solitude and the exhausting crowd, rejection and consent.
But what does it mean, the plague? It's life, that's all.
The truth, as the light, makes blind.
...we rarely confide in those who are better than we. Rather, we are more inclined to flee their society. Most often, on the other hand, we confess to those who are like us and who share our weaknesses. Hence we don't want to improve ourselves and be bettered, for we should first have to be judged in default. We merely wish to be pitied and encouraged in the course we have chosen. In short, we should like, at the same time, to cease being guilty and yet not to make the effort of cleansing ourselves.
Perhaps we cannot prevent this world from being a world in which children are tortured. But we can reduce the number of tortured children.
For rich people, the sky is just an extra, a gift of nature. The poor, on the other hand, can see it as it is, a gift of infinite grace.
A craving for freedom and independence is generated only in a man still living on hope.
Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.
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