Events are singular, interpretations plural.
A perfect spring day! Enjoy it while it lasts because you don’t know what’s coming.
You can’t cure a person who’s pretending to be sick.
All explanations tend to be self-serving.
I’m not a thief because no one has anything I want.
Riots are started by the police and blamed on dissidents.
Fame: a million rats fighting over the same piece of cheese.
I prefer happiness to unhappiness, pleasure to pain. I’m old-fashioned that way.
Blessed are the dreamers, for they keep the rest of us awake.
Young, I was ambitious. Now I only want to be lazy and take long, slow walks in the sun.
The true order is what the wind creates by scattering the leaves.
Only one question worth asking: “Is it true?
Where no effort is necessary, the least effort spoils things.
A sudden rain: reminding me once again that I’m not in control.
Let night come; it’s time to dream.
The caged animal despairs.
Names disappear, but not the faces. The faces stay with you.
Solemnity is the joyless dispensing of untruths.
One becomes an adult on the day one realizes that others don’t have to share one’s beliefs or concerns.
Nothing is easier than for two people in love to misunderstand each other.