Wandering in a vast forest at night, I have only a faint light to guide me. A stranger appears and says to me: "My friend, you should blow out your candle in order to find your way more clearly." This stranger is a theologian.
And there are people that will stand in your corner and convince you to stand up for another round no matter what.
The very same reason which one man may regard as a motive for taking care to prolong his life may be regarded by another man as a motive for shooting himself.
Life is a system of half-truths and lies, Opportunistic, convenient evasion.
At times it seems to me that I am living my life backwards, and that at the approach of old age my real youth will begin. My soul was born covered with wrinkles, wrinkles my ancestors and parents most assiduously put there and that I had the greatest trouble removing.
What we do and think in our own lives, then, becomes of extreme importance as it effects everything we're connected to.
Life is a reciprocal exchange. To move forward, you have to give back.
At eighteen you don't think about memories, you tell them.
We aren't engaged in any negative protest and in any negative arguments with anybody. We are saying that we are determined to be men. We are determined to be people. We are saying that we are God's children. And that we don't have to live like we are forced to live.
All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.