If it is true that one gets used to suffering, how is it that as the years go one always suffers more? No, they are not mad, those people who amuse themselves, enjoy life, travel, make love, fight they are not mad. We should like to do the same ourselves.
CESARE PAVESEThose philosophers who believe in the absolute logic of truth have never had to discuss it on close terms with a woman.
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All sins have their origin in a sense of inferiority otherwise called ambition.
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There is something indecent in words .
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The only way to escape the abyss is to look at it, gauge it, sound it out and descend into it.
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The only joy in the world is to begin. It is good to be alive because living is beginning, always, every moment.
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We must never say, even in fun, that we are disheartened, because someone might take us at our word.
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The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
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It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.
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The only reason why we are always thinking of our own ego is that we have to live with it more continuously than with anyone else’s.
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Because, to despise money, one must have plenty of it.
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If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears.
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Love is the cheapest of religions.
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Those philosophers who believe in the absolute logic of truth have never had to discuss it on close terms with a woman.
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From someone who doesn’t want to share your destiny, you should neither accept a cigarette.
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We do not free ourselves from something by avoiding it, but only by living though it.
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The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We’ll speak to the night as it’s whispering softly.
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