Rancor is an outpouring of a feeling of inferiority. >>
We do not live to think, but, on the contrary, we think in order that >>
I am I plus my surroundings and if I do not preserve the latter, I do >>
Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be. >>
Life never becomes a habit to me. It's always a marvel. >>
It is very certain that the desire of life prolongs it. >>
Life is a series of collisions with the future; it is not the sum of what we have been, but what we yearn to be.