Not one moment when I have not been conscious of being outside Paradise.

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.

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.

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?

Success is evident from the joy you experience. Be willing to let go of anything that takes your joy away.

The beautiful rests on the foundations of the necessary, Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Every dream has its success point, and you owe it to yourself to press forward until you reach yours.

For something that's supposed to be secret, there is a lot of intelligence history. Every time I read one book, two more are published.

Political promises are much like marriage vows. They are made at the beginning of the relationship between candidate and voter, but are quickly forgotten.

You will be amazed at how much free time you have when you never have to think about money.

You'd got a baseball game, or a football game, basketball game, "USA! USA! USA!" Hey, calm down! Got a little German on it, don't you think?

conversation is now pretty well a lost art.

Nature has got it all wrong: When you are younger, it should be harder to get pregnant, and as you get older it should be easier.

If I change my name again y'all can have me certified as crazy. Alright?