It matters not what someone is born, but what they grow to be!
Those born to wealth, and who have the means of gratifying every wish, know not what is the real happiness of life, just as those who have been tossed on the stormy waters of the ocean on a few frail planks can alone realize the blessings of fair weather.
True Love Is Born from Hard Times.
Rebirth always follows death.
No one is born evil, just like no one is born alone. They become that way, through choice and circumstance.
No one is born a monster. But I wish some people were. It would make it easier to hate them, to kill them, to forget their dead faces.
Your birth is a mistake you’ll spend your whole life trying to correct.
Why do we fight? Because we were born.
We are born with faculties and powers capable almost of any thing, such at least as would carry us farther than can easily be imagined: but it is only the exercise of those powers, which gives us ability and skill in any thing, and leads us towards perfection.
We are all born in the same way but we all die in different ways.
They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.[Elles accouchent à cheval sur une tombe, le jour brille un instant, puis c’est la nuit à nouveau.]
Our body begins to destroy itself from the moment it is born. We are fragile. We’re creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans.
