Enough for me is the mystery of the eternity of life, and the inkling of the marvelous structure of reality. There is in this neither a will nor a goal, nor a must, but only sheer being.
If one studies too zealously, one easily loses his pants.
If the bees disappear, man would have only four years of life left.
If you are out to describe the truth, leave elegance to the tailor.
Even a fool is wise after an event.
It is not a lack of real affection that scares me away again and again from marriage. Is it a fear of the comfortable life, of nice furniture, of dishonor that I burden myself with, or even the fear of becoming a contented bourgeois.