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At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the...

At 30 a man should know himself like the palm of his hand, know the...

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible...

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible...

It is normal to give away a little of one's life in order not to...

It is normal to give away a little of one's life in order not to...

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence...

Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence...

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope...

He who despairs of the human condition is a coward, but he who has hope...

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.

There is but one truly serious philosophical problem and that is suicide.

It's no use reminding yourself daily that you are mortal: it will be brought home...

It's no use reminding yourself daily that you are mortal: it will be brought home...

How hard, how bitter it is to become a man!

How hard, how bitter it is to become a man!

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only...

Men are convinced of your arguments, your sincerity, and the seriousness of your efforts only...

The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in...

The world is never quiet, even its silence eternally resounds with the same notes, in...

Life is the sum of all your choices.

Life is the sum of all your choices.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every...

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every...

A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of...

A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of...

We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile....

We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile....

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible...

In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible...

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they...

Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they...

Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower

Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower

But like of each thing that in season grows.

But like of each thing that in season grows.

And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted...

And you would accept the seasons of your heart just as you have always accepted...