Through loyalty to the past, our mind refuses to realize that tomorrow's joy is possible only if today's makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one.
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not.
In hell there is no other punishment than to begin over and over again the tasks left unfinished in your lifetime.
The sole art that suits me is that which, rising from unrest, tends toward serenity.
Nothing prevents happiness like the memory of happiness.
What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.
