Lying is the same as alcoholism. Liars prevaricate even on their deathbeds.

Try to reason about love, and you will lose your reason.

Not only after two or three centuries, but in a million years, life will still be as it was; life does not change, it remains for ever, following its own laws which do not concern us, or which, at any rate, you will never find out. Migrant birds, cranes for example, fly and fly, and whatever thoughts, high or low, enter their heads, they will still fly and not know why or where. They fly and will continue to fly, whatever philosophers come to life among them; they may philosophize as much as they like, only they will fly.

People should be beautiful in every way - in their faces, in the way they dress, in their thoughts, and in their innermost selves.

If one wants to lead a good life, A HUMAN LIFE, one must work.

Love is a scandal of the personal sort.

Flies purify the air, and plays - the morals.