Die Philosophie des Hippolyte Taine. Dissertation, 1904
Alors, dans l'obscurité j'ai pleuré de bonheur.
Memory is so corrupt that you remember only what you want to; if you want to forget about something, slowly but surely you do.
For tradition also and always means inhibition.
Ilk kez bu dünyaya ait birisi için var olduğumu hissediyordum.
…три пъти бях канен от големи вестници да отида в армията като техен кореспондент. Но всеки вид репортаж по задължение изискваше да се представя войната в изключително положителен и патриотичен дух, а...
De noche se ven unas llamas en las tinieblas, por lo que Magallanes da el nombre de Tierra del Fuego a la que acaban de descubrir.
Sadece yukarı ve yukarı baktım; orada ışık vardı, orada ev vardı, orada sen vardın, orası benim dünyamdı.
Plus un esprit se limite, plus il touche par ailleurs à l'infini.
One goes wherever one is still admitted. Someone told me that I might be able to get a visa for Haiti or San Domingo here.
Forget it all, I told myself, escape into your mind and your work, into the place where you are only your living, breathing self, not a citizen of any state, not a stake in that infernal game, the pla...
Celui qui n'est pas passionné devient tout au plus un pédagogue; c'est toujours par l'intérieur qu'il faut aller aux choses, toujours, toujours en partant de la passion.
And it is only delusion, and not knowledge, that bestows happiness.
— senden başka hiçbir şey düşünemiyordum, seni görmek, seni bir kez daha görmek ve sana sarılmak istiyordum. Bütün gece, bütün o korkunç gece boyunca seni bekledim sevgilim.
И аз разбрах, че дарбата или милостта да можеш да мислиш обхватно и в много взаимовръзки, че този прекрасен и единствено верен начин да гледаш на света от различни плоскости е достояние само на оня, к...
İnsan ancak kimsenin yazgısına müdahale etmez, bir eyleme karışmazsa ve yalnız yaşarsa adaletli olabilir. Zindanda hiç kimseyle konuşmadan, yapayalnız yaşadığım kadar yakın olmadım bilginin ışığına ve...
In the general throng, many a fool receives decorations and titles.
We live through myriads of seconds, yet it is always one, just one, that casts our entire inner world into turmoil, the second when (as Stendhal has described it) the internal inflorescence, already s...
She was at that crucial age when a women begins to regret having stayed faithful to a husband she never really loved, when the glowing sunset colors of her beauty offer her one last, urgent choice bet...
I realized that there was no point in denying oneself a pleasure because it was denied another, in refusing to allow oneself to be happy because someone else was unhappy.