Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.
Like ultraviolet rays memory shows to each man in the book of life a script that invisibly and prophetically glosses the text.
Reminiscences, even extensive ones, do not always amount to an autobiography. For autobiography has to do with time, with sequence and what makes up the continuous flow of life. Here, I am talking of a space, of moments and discontinuities. For even if months and years appear here, it is in the form they have in the moment of recollection. This strange form -- it may be called fleeting or eternal -- is in neither case the stuff that life is made of.
The destructive character lives from the feeling, not that life is worth living, but that suicide is not worth the trouble.
We have long forgotten the ritual by which the house of our life was erected. But when it is under assault and enemy bombs are already taking their toll, what enervated, perverse antiquities do they not lay bare in the foundations.
The construction of life is at present in the power of facts far more than convictions.
Counsel woven into the fabric of real life is wisdom.
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