“ And I know this world is so cold and deceiving but I keep my head up like my nose is bleeding. ”
Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.
The world is, of course, nothing but our conception of it.
Nothing in this world is harder than speaking the truth, nothing easier than flattery.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.