What to think of other people? I ask myself this question each time I make a new acquaintance. So strange does it seem to me that we exist, and that we consent to exist.

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?

Every concept of reality is all in our head, belief is what makes truth.

If they're not willing to explore beyond the realm of their safety, certainty, and comfort, they will never know if their fantasies are true.

The real rich people doesn't have bank accounts, they have treasures.

If you don't feel an overwhelming sense of emotion when you listen to music, then you're listening to the wrong kind.

Nicholas met with him earlier about some lumber deal and sent him here for lunch. He's evidently new in town and was wondering where to get something good to eat.

If the Space Beings want to contact you, they will do so. They do the choosing.

We proved we could be safe and secure at home, and still have more allies and friends in the world.

There is no time limit for a satyagrahi nor is there a limit to his capacity for suffering.

Rose Hathaway: "You see something you like?" Dimitri Belikov: "Get dressed.

The destruction of the past is perhaps the greatest of all crimes.