So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

I began to know that each morning reasserted the problems of night before, that sleep suspended all but changed nothing, that you couldn’t make yourself over between dawn and dusk.

There was no harm in taking aim, even if the target was a dream.

I felt that I was not, never had been and never would be a living part of this overpoweringly solid and deeply meaningful world around me.

It seemed clear that wars were not made by generations and their special stupidities, but that wars were made instead by something ignorant in the human heart

What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

As I said, this was my sarcastic summer. It was only long after that I recognized sarcasm as the protest of people who are weak.

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

Sarcasm is the protest of the weak.

Peace is indivisible, and the surrounding world confusion found no reflection inside me.

We are all born equally far from the sun.

With discipline, you can lose weight, you can excel in work, you can win the war.

The intelligent man is one who has successfully fulfilled many accomplishments, and is yet willing to learn more.

Men are apt to prefer a prosperous error to an afflicted truth.

I've got a soft spot for true individuals.

To practice magic is to be a quack; to know magic is to be a sage.

Everything in Russia is made of cement - phone booths, fence posts and light bulbs.

Most of us, I suspect, prefer our teachers to be of the Nice Guy variety.

My favorite birthday game is Pin the Cleanup on the guests.

All is not gold that glitters, Pleasure seems sweet, but proves a glass of bitters

It wasn’t so much that I was positive. I just wasn’t fully subscribing to such a negative way of thinking anymore.