Posted by: Carlo Sina
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There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up. (from "The Picture of Dorian Gray")
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There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up. (from "The Picture of Dorian Gray")
This was life: a sourly sip.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
Man can believe the impossible, but can never believe the improbable.
Things do not change; we change.
A tidy desk is the sign of a sick mind.
The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.
On no morning of his life had he ever been in good spirits nor done any good before midday, nor ever had a happy idea, nor devised any pleasure for himself or others. By degrees during the afternoon he warmed and became alive, and only towards evening, on his good days, was he productive, active and, sometimes, aglow with joy. With this was bound up his need for loneliness and independence. There was never a man with a deeper and more passionate craving for independence than he. In his youth when he was poor and had difficulty in earning his bread, he preferred to go hungry and in torn clothes rather than endanger his narrow limit of independence. He never sold himself for money or an easy life or to women or to those in power; and had thrown away a hundred times what in the world's eyes was his advantage and happiness in order to safeguard his liberty. [...] In the beginning his dream and his happiness, in the end it was his bitter fate. The man of power is ruined by power, the man of money by money, the submissive man by subservience, the pleasure seeker by pleasure. He achieved his aim. He was ever more independent. He took orders from no man and ordered his ways to suit no man. Independently and alone, he decided what to do and to leave undone. For every strong man attains to that which a genuine impulse bids him seek. But in the midst of the freedom he had attained Harry suddenly became aware that his freedom was a death and that he stood alone.
After life has slapped you profusely you must get used again to a more delicate touch.
In the end, my life is the history of the attempts that I did to keep my feet grounded without stopping lifting my eyes to the sky.