The soul is healed by being with children.
Man is what he believes.
Above all, don’t lie to yourself.
It is better to be unhappy and know the worst than to be happy in a fool’s paradise.
We often refuse to accept an idea merely because it contradicts our own experience.
The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.
To live without hope is to cease to live.
The second half of a man’s life is made up of nothing but the habits he has acquired during the first half.
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.
Everything is a game, and life is played out like a grand farce.
A man takes pride in being a man, yet he lives beneath the weight of society’s expectations.
It is not the suffering itself, but rather our inability to accept suffering, that makes it unbearable.
The darker the night, the brighter the stars.
Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams.
The more I love, the more I suffer.
To be too conscious is an illness.
We are all responsible for the world we have created.
True dreamers are those who reach beyond the visible.
Suffering is a gift; it teaches us what life truly means.
In every man, we find a fragment of the universe.
Freedom is to choose our own chains.
Every action has consequences; every thought shapes our destiny.
Fate is not what we make of it, but rather what we are made of.
The heart is a fragile thing, capable of such depth and such pain.
In the depths of despair lies the spark of rebirth.
True wisdom is knowing what you are capable of, yet still believing in the impossible.
We are all puppets; our thoughts and desires string us together.
A single thought can change the course of a life.
The struggle is what gives life its flavor.
In every conflict, we find the reflection of our deepest fears.
Life gives us a myriad of choices, yet we often choose the chains that bind us.
Solitude is a sanctuary and a prison.
Every heart has its own memories, painted in colors of joy and sorrow.
What better way to find oneself than through the lens of another’s sorrow?
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Chaos is the order of the day in the theater of our minds.
Love is the tragedy of existence.
Through suffering, we find our depth.
Isolation is the birthplace of all creativity.
In seeking to understand, we inch closer to compassion.
What is life but a series of choices that echo in eternity?
Beauty is a fleeting moment, captured only by the heart.
Hope is a sword; its edge is sharp, and it cuts deeply.
The past is never dead; it’s not even past.
In the chaos of existence, we must seek the stillness within.