...the Habit Of Despair Is Worse Than

There Is No Fate That Cannot Be Surmounted By Scorn.

That's The Way Man Is, Cher Monsieur. He Has Two Faces: He Can't Love Without Self-love.

I Am Too Far Away From What I Love And My Distance Is Without Remedy.

We Get Into The Habit Of Living Before Acquiring The Habit Of Thinking. In That Race Which Daily Hastens Us Towards Death, The Body Maintains Its Irreparable Lead.

People Have Played On Words And Pretended To Believe That Refusing To Grant A Meaning To Life Necessarily Leads To Declaring That It Is Not Worth Living. In Truth, There Is No Necessary Common Measure Between These Two Judgments.