dari sekolah militer kehidupan: apa yang tidak membunuhku membuatku kuat
if we possess a why of life we can put up with almost any how.
It is invisible hands that torment and bend us the worst
Gratitude pours forth continually, as if the unexpected had just happened—the gratitude of a convalescent—for convalescence was unexpected…. The rejoicing of strength that is returning, of a reawakened faith in a tomorrow and the day...
As an artist, a man has no home in Europe save in Paris.
It is not the strength, but the duration, of great sentiments that makes great men.
To those human beings who are of any concern to me I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill-treatment, indignities—I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, the wretchedness of...