“Oh, man! Live your own life and no longer be wretched!”

What good would it be to possess the whole universe if one were its only survivor?

Every artists wants to be applauded

I am not made like any of those I have seen. I venture to believe that I am not made like any of those who are in existence. If I am not better, at least I am different.

All my misfortunes come of having thought too well of my fellows.

If there were a nation of Gods, it would govern itself democratically. A government so perfect is not suited to men.

Those that are most slow in making a promise are the most faithful in the performance of it.

He who pretends to look on death without fear lies. All men are afraid of dying, this is the great law of sentient beings, without which the entire human species would soon be destroyed.

From this it follows that, the larger the State, the less the liberty.

Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.

To live is not merely to breathe; it is to act; it is to make use of our organs, senses, faculties – of all those parts of ourselves which give us the feeling of existence.

The first man, who, after enclosing a piece of ground, took it into his head to say, This is mine, and found people simple enough to believe him, was the true founder of civil society.

It is pity in which the state of nature takes the place of laws, morals and virtues, with the added advantage that no one there is tempted to disobey its gentle voice.

There is no evildoer who could not be made good for something.

My birth was my first misfortune.

I perceive God everywhere in His works. I sense Him in me; I see Him all around me.

The people of England regards itself as free; but it is grossly mistaken; it is free only during the election of members of parliament. As soon as they are elected, slavery overtakes it, and it is nothing.

Looking at her, you would feel she was a porcelain doll with eyes full of fire and flames of life, that washed her away from the air bubbles of uncertainty.

When you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.

If you look at her she is plain and white, blink your eyes and look again, she is filled with every color of this universe embedded in simplicity.

You will heal, one day. You will no longer fall apart at the idea of moving on with your life without them.

Waiting a lifetime to touch your lips again wouldn’t be too long.

I love the little things in life but when it comes to me, why do I find those little things about myself hard to love? I am everything I need.

Her veins are filled with the ink that writes onto the paper of her life and canvas.

Maybe it’s enough just to live life moment to moment. The most cliche but a true reminder: The past is gone and the future is not guaranteed.