Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.

We do not remember days, we remember moments.

The only joy in the world is to begin.

Remember, writing poetry is like making love: one will never know whether one's own pleasure is shared.

We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.

Lessons are not given, they are taken.

The only joy in the world is to begin. It is good to be alive because living is beginning, always, every moment.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.

We never remember days, only moments.

Every luxury must be paid for, and everything is a luxury, starting with being in this world.

It's pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.

In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.

The hell with her

The thing with do-overs it’s that they don’t exist. Second chances are just another chance to mess up.

I never read prefaces, and it is not much good writing things just for people to skip. I wonder other authors have never thought of this.

The mind which renounces once and forever a futile hope has its compensations in ever-growing calm.

Birth in the physical is death in the spiritual. Death in the physical is the birth in the spiritual.

When men and women think, the first step to progress is taken.

Children (nay, and men too) do most by example.

Belief forages, moving from pasture to pasture.