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Human ties are the greatest distorters of reality because they tend to conceal man’s worst selfish instincts.

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Janvier Chouteu-Chando

Isn’t reality based on the prevailing culture, the trend that people want to identify with?

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

Most people have this tendency to make judgments on others based on preconceptions, especially when they are dealing with them for the first time.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

We always emerge from the death of a loved one like a phoenix arising from its funeral pyre.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

When somebody you love dies, a phase of life’s innocence dies with that person, and a part of you dies as well.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

Some people live their memorable years fighting against their basic instincts only to succumb in the end to what was actually good for them.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

There is no bigger gratification than the realization of the things you believe in after overcoming all the odds.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

At what point is normal natural?

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

The narrow-minded find it convenient to create stereotypes, and then try to fit everybody, everything and every situation into those stereotypes.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

Writers are the most pathetic souls when it comes to expressing their own feelings. Their personalities are as complex as the characters they weave.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

Feelings, rationale and values are the top qualities that make a person exceedingly human.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

A man can’t talk of true happiness if he has never known true love—the trusting, selfless and unconditional love that I took for granted.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

The selfish and self-centered have a hard time being kind, even though you and I know that kindness is a source of relief to the soul.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

Some honest people think it is better to know the ways of the devil without being evil.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

Man craves joy far more than anything else in life, but there is nothing as madly intoxicating as the feeling of joy that comes from the soul.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

Perhaps fate has a way of turning things around and making something good out of the action of someone who failed humanity without meaning to.

By Janvier Chouteu-Chando

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Isn’t reality based on the prevailing culture, the trend that people want to identify with?

Most people have this tendency to make judgments on others based on preconceptions, especially when they are dealing with them for the first time.

We always emerge from the death of a loved one like a phoenix arising from its funeral pyre.

When somebody you love dies, a phase of life’s innocence dies with that person, and a part of you dies as well.

Some people live their memorable years fighting against their basic instincts only to succumb in the end to what was actually good for them.

There is no bigger gratification than the realization of the things you believe in after overcoming all the odds.

At what point is normal natural?

The narrow-minded find it convenient to create stereotypes, and then try to fit everybody, everything and every situation into those stereotypes.

Writers are the most pathetic souls when it comes to expressing their own feelings. Their personalities are as complex as the characters they weave.

Feelings, rationale and values are the top qualities that make a person exceedingly human.

A man can’t talk of true happiness if he has never known true love—the trusting, selfless and unconditional love that I took for granted.

The selfish and self-centered have a hard time being kind, even though you and I know that kindness is a source of relief to the soul.

Some honest people think it is better to know the ways of the devil without being evil.

Man craves joy far more than anything else in life, but there is nothing as madly intoxicating as the feeling of joy that comes from the soul.

Perhaps fate has a way of turning things around and making something good out of the action of someone who failed humanity without meaning to.