If We Could See Ourselves As Others

Death Makes No Sense Except To People Who Have Passionately Loved Life. How Can One Die Without Having Something To Part From? Detachment Is A Negation Of Both Life And Death. Whoever Has Overcome His Fear Of Death Has Also Triumphed Over Life. For Life Is Nothing But Another Word For This Fear.

Reality Is A Creation Of Our Excesses.

To Live Entirely Without A Goal! I Have Glimpsed This State, And Have Often Attained It, Without Managing To Remain There: I Am Too Weak For Such Happiness.

We Interest Others By The Misfortune We Spread Around Us.

Each Concession We Make Is Accompanied By An Inner Diminution Of Which We Are Not Immediately Conscious.