Whoever dies with the most stuff wins.
It's true that stammerers can become more adept at sentence construction.
I am going to tell you a secret. Everything is about wanting. Everything. Things happen because of people wanting. Watch closely, and you’ll see what I mean.
My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
Lunatics are writers whose works write them.
How vulgar, this hankering after immortality, how vain, how false. Composers are merely scribblers of cave paintings. One writes music because winter is eternal and because, if one didn't, the wolves and blizzards would be at one's throat all the sooner.