For Rich People, The Sky Is Just

One Recognizes One's Course By Discovering The Paths That Stray From It.

Heroism Is Accessible. Happiness Is More Difficult.

At That Time, I Often Thought That If I Had Had To Live In The Trunk Of A Dead Tree, With Nothing To Do But Look Up At The Sky Flowing Overhead, Little By Little I Would Have Gotten Used To It.

I Was Born Poor And Without Religion, Under A Happy Sky, Feeling Harmony, Not Hostility, In Nature. I Began Not By Feeling Torn, But In Plenitude.

It Is Not Rebellion Itself Which Is Noble But The Demands It Makes Upon Us.