Ah! que ce qu'on appelle bonheur est chose peu étrangère à l'âme et que les éléments qui semblent le composer du dehors importent peu! - André Gide

I do not want to recollect. I should be afraid of preventing the future and of allowing the past to encroach on me. It is out of the utter forgetfulness of yesterday that I create every new hour's freshness. It is never enough for me to have been happy. I do not believe in dead things and cannot distinguish between being no more and never having been.

And suddenly I was seized with a desire, a craving, something more furious and more imperious than I had ever felt before — to live! I want to live! I will live. I clenched my teeth, my hands, concentrated my whole being in this wild, grief-stricken endeavour towards existence.

من در جستجوی چیزی بودم که لیاقت مرا داشته باشد و برای این منظور بایستی با سماجت به قهقرا و پستی فرو روم
(رذل)