And I'm probably wrong. Maybe not completely, but partially. And maybe not today, but eventually.

It is impossible to examine questions we refuse to ask.

The practical reality is that any present-tense version of the world is unstable. What we currently consider to be true--both objectively and subjectively--is habitually provisional.

And the quality all these reasonable failures share is an inability to accept that the statue quo is temporary.

The world happens as it happens, but we construct what we remember and what we forget. And people will eventually do that to us, too.

And if something is only itself, it doesn't particularly matter.

It's difficult to cope with the infinite variety of the past, and so we apply filters and settle on a few famous names.

...it is love, imperfect and unordered, that keeps them apart, even as it holds them somehow together...

The moment you believe you will fail, you have already lost the battle.

If a given combination of trees, mountains, water, and houses, say a landscape, is beautiful, it is not so by itself, but because of me, of my favor, of the idea or feeling I attach to it.

Women need attention therefore women will complain, develop hatred for men and say that you're the one to blame.

Well, a friend in need is a friend indeed.

Perseverance is not a passive submission to circumstances-it is a strong and active response to the difficult events of life.

I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.

To fear death, gentlemen, is no other then to think oneself wise when one is not, to think one knows what one does not know.

A sentence has meaning in the sense that a train has a track, not that a train has a passenger.

Picabia is a very old painter who some people try to connect me to, but I refuse such comparisons very well.