Everything in life is just for a while.
Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own.
Everyone needs a hobby. And everyone needs a miracle or two, just to prove life is more than just one long trudge from the cradle to the grave.
Everyone had another sort of life up their sleeve that might have made them happy.
Everyone asks what the meaning of life is, but no one asks about the meaning of death.
Every time a man is begotten and born, the clock of human life is wound up anew to repeat once more its same old tune that has already been played innumerable times, movement by movement and measure by easure, with insignificant variations.
Every step of life shows much caution is required.
Every man has a right to risk his own life in order to preserve it.[Tout homme a droit de risquer sa propre vie pour la conserver.]
Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.
Even people capable of living in the past don’t really know what the future holds.
Enjoy a long time before possessing. Enjoy love and Innocence at the same time. Make your paradise on earth while awaiting the other one.[Jouis longtemps avant que de posséder; jouis à la fois de l’amour et de l’innocence; fais ton paradis sur la terre en attendant l’autre.]
Enemies come soon enough in a man’s life. You don’t need to seek them out.
