If our life has a meaning, an aim, it has nothing to do with our personal happiness, but something wiser and greater.

I kept thinking how marvellous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.

Life is given only once, and one wants to live it boldly, with full conscious and beauty.

My holy of holies is the human body, health, intelligence, talent, inspiration, love, and absolute freedom--freedom from violence and falsehood, no matter how the last two manifest themselves.

When a person is born, he can embark on only one of three roads of life: if you go right, the wolves will eat you; if you go left, you’ll eat the wolves; if you go straight, you’ll eat yourself.

Those who come a hundred or two hundred years after us will despise us for having lived our lives so stupidly and tastelessly. Perhaps they'll find a means to be happy.

Fine. Since the tea is not forthcoming, let's have a philosophical conversation.