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“We either make ourselves happy or miserable. The amount of work is the same.”

Carlos Castaneda

“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”

Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast

“Doesn’t it seem to you,” asked Madame Bovary, “that the mind moves more freely in the presence of that boundless expanse, that the sight of it elevates the soul and gives rise to thoughts of the infinite and the ideal?”

Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last. Imagine that you are doing this but that it is essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature…in order to found that edifice on its unavenged tears. Would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me. Tell the truth.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.”

Carlo Collodi - Pinocchio

Walk with the dreamers

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight; and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”

Oscar Wilde

“That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

The Great Gatsby

I like it

“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.” 

Robert Louis Stevenson

“I have only made this letter longer because I have not had the time to make it shorter.”

Blaise Pascal, The Provincial Letters

“Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.”

George Orwell