“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.”

When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.

When you dream, you are an author, but you do not know how it will end.

Life without smoking is like the smoke without the roast.

There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.

Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.

A dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.

Perfect behavior is born of complete indifference. Perhaps this is why we always love madly someone who treats us with indifference.

Here’s the difficulty about suicide: it is an act of ambition that can be committed only when one has passed beyond ambition.

Life is not a search for experience, but for ourselves. Having discovered our own fundamental level we realize that it conforms to our own destiny and we find peace.

Will power is only the tensile strength of one’s own disposition. One cannot increase it by a single ounce.

There is only one pleasure-that of being alive. All the rest is misery.

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

To know the world, one must construct it.

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

We can all do good deeds, but very few of us can think good thoughts.

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.

When one has success, the answer is not to undo that success. It is to continue what has been done.

Without publicity, no good is permanent; under the auspices of publicity, no evil can continue.

The funny thing about love is that it must continually grow or it will diminish.

One of the most difficult things is life is to continue running your hardest when you don’t know the end point.

Perfection comes from the disinterested performance of an action on a continuous basis.

We must continue to go forward as one people, as brothers and sisters.

She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.

I just want to continue the way I am going.