Monuments are for the living, not the dead.

The laws of this world are for children.

God made man in his own image, and man returned the favour.

Any fool can have bad luck; the art consists in knowing how to exploit it.

Virtue looks good but it only suits imposing figures.

Kitsch is the contemporary form of the Gothic, Rococo, Baroque.

We see God and the devil making fools of each other, and we nurture in ourselves the absolutely unshakable conviction that both of them are drunk.

I didn't ask to be born, and I don't owe God anything.

Search fearlessly for every sin, for out of sin comes joy.

I was a baby when I came into the world--otherwise I might have been smart enough to become a different person.

Any fool can have bad luck the art consists in knowing how to exploit it.

I mean, he was something that happened to me, you know? But before he was this minor figure in the drama of my life he was - you know, the central figure in the drama of his own life.

An army's bravest men are its cowards. The death which they would not meet at the hands of the enemy they will meet at the hands of their officers, with never a flinching.

To every Armageddonist, every earth lover must keep saying with all the sincerity and affection we can muster, “May God make this world as beautiful to you as it has been to me.

I am an expressionist and by that I mean that I'm not a photographer or a writer or a painter or a tap dancer, but rather someone who expresses himself according to his needs.

Quick, how do you pick up a cat?" "Buy her a drink.

If you admit that to silence your opponent by force is to win an intellectual argument, then you admit the right to silence people by force.

If we can send a man to the moon, then why don't we send a woman?

Living on purpose is a lifestyle, a way of being and a lifelong spiritual practice that will refine your Soul. This isn't a 10-day or 30-day plan. This is a lifelong adventure!

I didn't have statistics in my mind when I was racing. It was always a consequence - a nice consequence. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't the reason I was racing.

The spandrels of San Marco and the Panglossian Paradigm.