In these years we are witnessing the gigantic spectacle of innumerable human lives wandering about lost in their own labyrinths, through not having anything to which to give themselves.
Effort is only effort when it begins to hurt.
Towns are full of people, houses full of tenants, hotels full of guests, trains full of travelers, caf s full of customers, parks full of promenaders, consulting-rooms of famous doctors full of patients, theatres full of spectators, and beaches full of bathers. What previously was, in general, no problem, now begins to be an everyday one, namely, to find room. Life is an operation which is done in a forward direction. One lives toward the future, because to live consists inexorably in doing, in each individual life making itself. There may be as much nobility in being last as in being first, because the two positions are equally necessary in the world, the one to complement the other.