There’s no such thing as dead languages, only dormant minds.
Presents are made for the pleasure of who gives them, not for the merits of who receives them.
There are few reasons for telling the truth, but for lying the number is infinite.
Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.
To truly hate is an art one learns with time.
People talk too much. Humans aren’t descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.
Memories are worse than bullets.
Paris is the only city in the world where starving to death is still considered an art.
Most of us have the good or bad fortune of seeing our lives fall apart so slowly we barely notice.
In the shop we buy and sell them, but in truth books have no owner. Every book you see here has been somebody’s best friend.
Time goes faster the more hollow it is. Lives with no meaning go straight past you, like trains that don’t stop at your station.
There are no second chances in life, except to feel remorse.
