Do I look like someone who has something to do here on earth?' —That's what I'd like to answer the busybodies who inquire into my activities.

The universal view melts things into a blur.

There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

You are done for - a living dead man - not when you stop loving but stop hating. Hatred preserves: in it, in its chemistry, resides the mystery of life.

Our first intuitions are the true ones.

The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live - moreover, the only one.

Impossible to spend sleepless nights and accomplish anything: if, in my youth, my parents had not financed my insomnias, I should surely have killed myself.

The aphorism is cultivated only by those who have known fear in the midst of words, that fear of collapsing with all the words.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Only optimists commit suicide, optimists who no longer succeed at being optimists. The others, having no reason to live, why would they have any to die?

The more one has suffered, the less one demands. To protest is a sign one has traversed no hell.

Running a marathon with a backpack is tough and may hinder you from winning the race. Don’t let the baggage from your past - heavy with fear, guilt, and anger - slow you down.

If having an imagination means imagining all the things you don't have - imagining, in fact, the impossibility of your own happiness - is an imagination a good thing?

Understanding is aggregated knowledge that has transformed into a lifestyle.

Out of the current confusion of ideals and and confounding of career hopes, a calm recognition may yet emerge that productive labor is the foundation of all prosperity.

How someone treats a waiter or doorman can tell you so much about a person.

If you will do what you CAN do, God will do what you CANNOT do.

What do women want? Shoes.

You had better run from me. My words are fire.

Most people don't find their creativity. There are more unsung geniuses that don't even know they have great talent.

Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor; for 'tis the mind that makes the body rich