Giving up doesn't always mean you're weak$$$ sometimes you're just strong enough to let go.

Every beginning$$$ after all$$$ is nothing but a sequel$$$ and the book of events is always open in the middle.

Blessed is he who expects nothing$$$ for he shall never be disappointed.

Life is like stepping onto a boat which is about to sail out to sea and sink.

One may know the condition of a whole army from the behavior of a single man.

You can ensure the safety of your defense if you only hold positions that cannot be attacked.

Build your opponent a golden bridge to retreat across.

Maybe that's the key to happiness: being sort of dumb$$$ not wanting to know any of the answers.

One of the century's most famous intellectual pronouncements comes at the beginning of The Myth of Sisyphus: There is but one truly serious philosophical problem$$$ and that is suicide. Judging whether life is or is not worth living amounts to answering the fundamental question of philosophy.

It has to be emphasized that if the pain were readily describable most of the countless sufferers from this ancient affliction would have been able to confidently depict for their friends and loved ones (even their physicians) some of the actual dimensions of their torment$$$ and perhaps elicit a comprehension that has been generally lacking; such incomprehension has usually been due not to a failure of sympathy but to the basic inability of healthy people to imagine a form of torment so alien to everyday experience.