Death is the only thing we haven't succeeded in completely vulgarizing.

To be a fool at the right time is also an art.

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.

Which is better: to have fun with fungi or to have Idiocy with ideology, to have wars because of words, to have tomorrow's misdeeds out of yesterday's miscreeds?

The horror no less than the charm of real life consists precisely in the recurrent actualization of the inconceivable

...two thirds of all sorrow is homemade and, so far as the universe is concerned, unnecessary.

Eating, drinking, dying - three primary manifestations of the universal and impersonal life. Animals live that impersonal and universal life without knowing its nature. Ordinary people know its nature but don't live it and, if they think seriously about it, refuse to accept it. An enlightened person knows it, lives it, and accepts it completely. He eats, he drinks, and in due course he dies - but he eats with a difference, drinks with a difference, dies with a difference.