What does the future, that half of time, matter to the man who is infatuated with eternity?

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?

He looked at me with serious eyes, but not the kind that made me wonder what I’d done wrong. The kind that made me wonder what I’d done right.

When you're young, you say what you feel.When you're adult, you speak what you think.When you grow old, you listen to what nature says.

Painting is a science, and should be pursued as an inquiry into the laws of nature.

Al is on the surface. And it's been a long way, but we're here.

When being interviewed by a woman for a job, never begin with listen up doll face.

A great man leaves clean work behind him, and requires no sweeper up of the chips.

Nature is orderly. That which appears to be chaotic in nature is only a more complex kind of order.

I never claimed to be anything more than a nice guy and an athlete.

I realized that I don't like touring. I'll never complain about it because no one wants to hear about a relatively successful musician complain about the hardships of staying in a hotel.

History happens one person at a time.