Idleness Is Fatal Only To The Mediocre.

As Soon As One Does Not Kill Oneself, One Must Keep Silent About Life.

Nothing In Life Is Worth, Turning Your Back On, If You Love It.

When The Body Is Sad, The Heart Languishes.

Don't Let Them Tell Us Stories.

It Is Impossible To Give A Clear Account Of The World, But Art Can Teach Us To Reproduce It-just As The World Reproduces Itself In The Course Of Its Eternal Gyrations. The Primordial Sea Indefatigably Repeats The Same Words And Casts Up The Same Astonished Beings On The Same Sea-shore.