But the human soul only lives, through its unceasing effort, by marking itself on everything, like an imperial seal.
Giving up my passion is like tearing out a living part of my heart with my own fingernails.
Every man harbors a secret dream, which is not goodness or love, but an unrestrained desire for pleasure and selfishness.
Who has said that life is a dream? Life is a game.
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