The only serious question in life is whether to kill yourself or not.
We used to wonder where war lived, what it was that made it so vile. And now we realize that we know where it lives... inside ourselves.
There can be no true goodness, nor true love, without the utmost clear-sightedness.
We are all special cases.
If the world were clear, art would not exist.
If nothing had any meaning, you would be right. But there is something that still has a meaning.