You know what mistake is constantly made? That of believing that life can't be changed, that once taken a track you must follow it through to the end. Fate is more creative than that. Just when you think you're in a dead-end situation, when you reach a peak of desperation, with the speed of a gust of wind everything changes, it's overwhelmed, and from a moment to the next you find yourself in the middle of a new life.
Modern man thinks he loses something, time, when he does not do things quickly. Yet he does not know what to do with the time he gains, except kill it.
Who lives, when they live, are not seen: they live. If one should see their own life, it means they're not living it anymore: they are subjected to it, they're pulling it.
There is an infity of ways of committing suicide without dying.
But men must know that in this theater of man's life it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers on.
A beautiful and amiable illusion is that for which the days, annniversaries of an occurrence, that in truth have nothing more than any other day of the year, seem to have with that a particular connection, and that almost a shadow from the past may revive and return in those days, and stand before us.
Mark how fleeting and paltry is the estate of man - yesterday in embryo, tomorrow a mummy or ashes. So for the hairsbreadth of time assigned to thee, live rationally, and part with life cheerfully, as drops the ripe olive, extolling the season that bore it and the tree that matured it.
Genius moves within folly, in the sense that is kept afloat there where the madman drowns.
Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.
There's no hope without fear, or fear without hope.