The things you used to own, now they own you.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
Pursuit and possession are accompanied by states of consciousness so wide apart that they can never be united.
Possessions entrap men, and wealth paralyzes them.
Nobody minds having what is too good for them.
No matter how little a man has he will find that he will always settle for less.
My friends are my estate. Forgive me then the avarice to hoard them!
Man is not the sum of what he has, but the totality of what he does not yet have, of what he might have.[L’homme n’est point la somme de ce qu’il a, mais la totalité de ce qu’il n’a pas encore, de ce qu’il pourrait avoir.]
It is preoccupation with possession, more than anything else, that prevents men from living freely and nobly.
Imagine no possessions, I wonder if you can, no need for greed or hunger, a brotherhood of man. Imagine all the people, sharing all the world…
If you really want to possess a woman, you must think like her, and the first thing to do is to win over her soul. The rest, that sweet, soft wrapping that steals away your senses and your virtue, is a bonus.
If I am what I have and if what I have is lost, who then am I?
