A soulful woman loves a man not for who he is, but for what he may become.
You believe in love, just as a child believes in Santa Claus or a fairy tale.β βWhat is love then, if not a fairy tale meant for adults?
Love is not just something that happens. Love is what one decides to offer to someone.
Not every kind of knowledge is good. One must confine oneβs curiosity to a single direction.
It is our expectation of how things should be, it is our anticipation of the future, which puts us in a state of misery.
The only key to greatness is humiliation; self or public.
