We are such things as rubbish is made of, so let's drink up and forget it.

Curiosity killed the cat.

We are where centuries only count as seconds, and after a thousand lives, our eyes begin to open.

It was a great mistake, my being born a man, I would have been much more successful as a seagull or a fish. As it is, I will always be a stranger who never feels at home, who does not really want and is not really wanted, who can never belong, who must be a little in love with death!

We need above all to learn again to believe in the possibility of nobility of spirit in ourselves.

Take some wood and canvas and nails and things. Build yourself a theater, a stage, light it, learn about it. When you've done that you will probably know how to write a play.

It's a great game - the pursuit of happiness.