Archives - November 2001
November 1, 2001
Every great man nowadays has his disciples and it is always Judas who writes the biography.
November 2, 2001
Laughter is a part of the human survival kit.
November 3, 2001
There are some things you learn better in calm and some in storm.
November 4, 2001
Whatever makes an impression on the heart seems lovely to the eye.
November 5, 2001
Grumbling is the death of love.
November 6, 2001
Life without faith is an arid business.
November 7, 2001
Pity is the least of the emotions.
November 8, 2001
Style is being yourself, but on purpose.
November 9, 2001
Don't ask to live in tranquil times. Literature doesn't grow there.
November 10, 2001
I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.
November 11, 2001
Every day, people are straying away from the church and going back to God.
November 12, 2001
The secret source of humor itself is not joy but sorrow.
November 13, 2001
Fame always brings loneliness. Success is as ice cold and lonely as the North Pole.
November 14, 2001
I must govern the clock, not be governed by it.
November 15, 2001
One can only believe, perhaps, in what one cannot see.
November 16, 2001
Time bears all things away, even the mind.
November 17, 2001
Travelers, like poets, are mostly an angry race.
November 18, 2001
Trust, like the soul, never returns once it is gone.
November 19, 2001
It is very necessary to have makers of beauty left in a world seemingly bent on making the most evil ugliness.
November 20, 2001
People only see what they are prepared to see.
November 21, 2001
History is always written wrong, and so always needs to be rewritten.
November 22, 2001
Wisdom sends us back to our childhood.
November 23, 2001
Fashion seems to exist for an abstract person who is not you or me.
November 24, 2001
The nature of bad news infects the teller.
November 25, 2001
All men are creative but few are artists.
November 26, 2001
Few men have been admired by their servants.
November 27, 2001
Solemnity is the shield of idiots.
November 28, 2001
Stretching out to catch stars, he forgets the flowers at his feet.
November 29, 2001
When one begins to think of oneself as growing old, one is already old.
November 30, 2001
Good swiping is an art in itself.