There is no other world. Nor even this one. What, then, is there? The inner smile provoked in us by the patent nonexistence of both.

Imaginary pains are by far the most real we suffer, since we feel a constant need for them and invent them because there is no way of doing without them.

Shame on the man who goes to his grave escorted by the miserable hopes that have kept him alive.

He who has never envied the vegetable has missed the human drama.

Ideas come as you walk, Nietzsche said. Walking dissipates thoughts, Shankara taught.

Utopia is a mixture of childish rationalism and secularized angelism.

To venture upon an undertaking of any kind, even the most insignificant, is to sacrifice to envy.