By Albert Camus
Why shouldn’t I live every moment to the fullest? Why shouldn’t I admire the beauty in every fragment?
Men of genius are admired, men of wealth are envied, men of power are feared; but only men of character are trusted.
Fools admire, but men of sense approve.
External beauty is certainly cool to admire, but when worshipped, it eclipses internal shine.
It is easy to despise what you cannot get.