I was absent at the moment I took up the most space.

The desire for possession is insatiable, to such a point that it can survive even love itself. To love, therefore, is to sterilize the person one loves.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

Proof is never definitive, after all; one has to begin again with each new person.

Some cry: 'Love me!!' Others: 'Don't love me!!' But a certain genus, the worst and most unhappy, cries: 'Don't love me and be faithful to me!!'

We are condemned to live together.

Stupidity has a knack of getting its way.