Human beings believe just as they breathe - in order to survive.

A good friend once told me that the problems are like cockroaches. If drawn to light, they'll get scared.

Old age is the lubricant of belief. When death knocks at the door, skepticism flies out the window. A serious cardiovascular fright and a person will even believe in Little Red Riding Hood.

A good liar knows that the most efficient lie is always a truth that has had a key piece removed from it.

If you think you’re the only person for whom life is painful, you’re wrong. And if you don’t mind letting yourself die like a dog, at least have the decency to remember that there are those of us who do care – although, to tell the truth, I don’t see why?

Disarmed, I realized how easily you can lose all animosity toward someone you've deemed your enemy as soon as that person stops behaving as such.

Over time, loneliness gets inside you and doesn't go away.