The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. |
The closing years of life are like the end of a masquerade party, when the masks are dropped. |
The only joy in the world is to begin |
The richness of life lies in the memories we have forgotten. |
To choose a hardship for ourselves is our only defense against that hardship. This is what is meant by accepting suffering. Those who, by their very nature, can suffer completely, utterly, have an advantage. That is how we can disarm the power of suffering, make it our own creation, our own choice; submit to it. A justification for suicide. |
We do not remember days, we remember moments. |
We do not remember days, we remember moments. |
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten. |
We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten. |
When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of |
Will power is only the tensile strength of one's own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce. |