To hope is to contradict the future.

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?

Please take a long, hard look at your textbook, cause I'm history

I've tried to maintain my independence in Congress. Sometimes that has meant opposing my own party leaders.

I desire to see the time when education, and by its means, morality, sobriety, enterprise and industry shall become much more general than at present.

Time passes. That's the rule. No matter what happens, no matter how much it might feel like everything in your life has been frozen around one particular moment, time marches on.

I have a hunch that the unknown sequences of DNA will decode into copyright notices and patent protections.

The Clinton machine is so closely and irrevocably tied to the media organizations that she is given the questions and answers in advance of her debate performance with Bernie Sanders.

Virtual Reality is going to be an important technology. I am pretty confident about this.

Nothing else exists when art does.

He who begs timidly courts a refusal.

Because I know that time is always time and place is always place and only place. And what is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place. I rejoice that things are as they are.