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