What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. Theyare to be happy in: Where can we live but days?
. . . the habit of despair is worse than despair itself.
Find your happiness in yourself.
There is scarcely any passion without struggle.
Indeed, men never know how to love. nothing satisfies them. All they know is to dream, to imagine new duties, to look for new countries and new homes. While we women, we know that we must hasten to love, to share the same bed, hold hands, and fear absence. When we women love, we dream of nothing.
The realization that life is absurd cannot be an end, but only a beginning.
Man cannot do without beauty, and this is what our era pretends to want to disregard.
I [prefer] a short life with width to a narrow one with length.
So what if I never win my fifth gold medal; It's only one end of the string. It's competing that matters. It's proving that there is a place for guys like me in sports. It's a persona challenge to extend myself.
You don't overturn a previous court's decisions lightly and I think most Americans are somewhere in the middle on abortion and there's not going to be a revolution here at all.
Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?