If Life Were Organized, There Would Be

When Everything Belongs To Everyone, Nobody Will Take Care Of Anything.

The Individual Man Tries To Escape The Race. And As Soon As He Ceases To Represent The Race, He Represents Man.

To Read A Writer Is For Me Not Merely To Get An Idea Of What He Says, But To Go Off With Him And Travel In His Company.

True Kindness Presupposes The Faculty Of Imagining As One's Own The Suffering And Joys Of Others.

Then You Think That One Can Keep A Hopeless Love In One's Heart For So Long As That?...and That Life Can Breathe Upon It Every Day, Without Extinguishing It?