Old age, after all, is merely the punishment for having lived.

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

Philosophy: Impersonal anxiety; refuge among anemic ideas.

It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.

The multiplication of our kind borders on the obscene; the duty to love them, on the preposterous.

Between the demand to be clear,and the temptation to be obscure, impossible to decide which deserves more respect.

Every form of talent involves a certain shameless-ness.