There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.
Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.