Sublime

Bernis sourit, pensant aux mille petits travaux, aux mille petits tracas de la maison. On y marchait le long du jour en parant aux mêmes besoins, en rangeant le même désordre. Les drames y étaient de si peu d’importance : il suffisait d’être un voyageur, un étranger pour en sourire...

“Weren’t they happy, where they were?” “We are never happy where we are,” said the switchman.

Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone. — Rudyard Kipling

Ce n’est pas qu’il faut arriver à quelque chose, c’est qu’il faut sortir de là où l’on est.

S’il y a une chose que je sais faire, c’est courir. On ne peut pas sans ça, dans la vie.

If a man knows where to get good advice, it is as though he could supply it himself.

‘It was wrong of you to come. You will suffer. I shall look as if I were dead; and that will not be true…’ I said nothing. ‘You understand…it is too far. I cannot carry this body with me. It is too heavy.’ I said nothing. ‘But it will be like an old abandoned shell. There is nothing sad about old shells…’ I said nothing.

œIf you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.”