Better to die on one’s feet than to live on one’s knees.
She believed in nothing. Only her scepticism kept her from being an atheist.
The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
I suppose it is out of laziness that the world is the same day after day. Today it seemed to want to change. And then anything, anything could happen.
Tu n’es rien d’autre que ta vie.