Being funny should be an incidental byproduct of trying to get to something truthful, not a destination in itself.

The challenge for a human now is to be more interesting to another than his or her smartphone.

It should not be Illiers-Combray that we visit: a genuine homage to Proust would be to look at our world through his eyes, not look at his world through our eyes.

What kills us isn't one big thing, but thousands of tiny obligations we can't turn down for fear of disappointing others.

We accept the need to train extensively to fly a plane; but think instinct should be enough for marrying and raising kids.

People who readily accept the need for a gym will resist that their personalities might need some work too.

In the works of Lucretius, we find two reasons why we shouldn't worry about death. If you have had a successful life, Lucretius tell us, there's no reason to mind its end. And, if you haven't had a good time, "Why do you seek to add more years, which would also pass but ill?"