You have to be willing to be happy. Despite the mess of your life – just accept what’s happened, throw away your ideals, and create a new map of happiness to follow.
You have to accept whatever comes and the only important thing is that you meet it with courage and with the best that you have to give.
You are willing to die, you coward, but not to live.
Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is most becoming?
Whether sage or fool, we must all struggle with life.
When real life is wanting one must create an illusion. It is better than nothing.[Когда нет настоящей жизни, то живут миражами. Все-таки лучше, чем ничего.]
What is the meaning of life? That was all – a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.
What is drama, after all, but life with the dull bits cut out.
We use up our lives making money, when we should be using our money to gain time.[Nous usons notre vie à gagner de l’argent, quand il faudrait, par l’argent, gagner son temps.]
We tried in our simple way to lead our life in a manner that may make a difference to those of others.
We always know which is the best road to follow, but we follow only the road that we have become accustomed to.[Vemos sempre o melhor caminho a seguir, mas só andamos pelo caminho que estamos acostumados.]
Up, Sluggard, and waste not life; in the grave will be sleeping enough.
