For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.

Martyrs, my friend, have to choose between being forgotten, mocked or used. As for being understood – never.

More and more, when faced with the world of men, the only reaction is one of individualism. Man alone is an end unto himself. Everything one tries to do for the common good ends in failure.

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Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.