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“ ”Il segreto più profondo di Olimpia è racchiuso in quest'unica nota cristallina: lottare è un gioco, vivere è un gioco, morire è un gioco; profitti e perdite non sono che distinzioni passeggere, ma il gioco pretende tutte le nostre forze, e la sorte accetta, come posta, unicamente i nostri cuori.
Marguerite Cleenewerck de Crayencour (June 8 1903 – December 17 1987) was a Belgian-born French novelist who wrote under the pseudonym Marguerite Yourcenar. She was the first woman to be elected to the Académie française.
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He, too, had dreamed dreams. Folk are usually content to draw from such visions portents which sometimes prove true, since they reveal the sleeper's secrets; but he surmised that these games the mind plays when left to itself can indicate to us chiefly the way in which the soul perceives things. Accordingly, he sought to enumerate the qualities of substance as seen in dream: lightness, impalpability, incoherence, total liberty with regard to time; then, the mobility of forms which allows each person in this state to be several people, and the several to reduce themselves to one; last, the sense of something akin to Platonic reminiscence, but also the almost insupportable feeling of necessity. Such phantom categories strongly resemble what Hermetists clam to know of existence beyond the grave, as if the world of death were only continuing for the soul the awesome world of night.
Más sincero que la mayoría de los hombres, confieso sin ambages las causas secretas de esa felicidad; aquella calma tan propicia para los trabajos y las disciplinas del espíritu se me antoja uno de los efectos más bellos del amor. Y me asombra que esas alegrías tan precarias, tan raramente perfectas a lo largo de una vida humana -bajo cualquier aspecto con que las hayamos buscado o recibido-, sean objeto de tanta desconfianza por quienes se creen sabios, temen el hábito y el exceso de esas alegrías en vez de temer su falta y su pérdida, y gastan en tiranizar sus sentidos un tiempo que estaría mejor empleado en ordenar o embellecer su alma.
Когато губя всичко, ми остава Бог.