So long as you have food in your mouth, you have solved all questions for the time being.

To write prescriptions is easy, but to come to an understanding with people is hard.

There's an infinite amount of hope but not for us.

Either the world is so tiny or we are enormous; in either case, we fill it completely.

How can one take delight in the world unless one flees to it for refuge?

All knowledge, the totality of all questions and answers, is contained in the dog.

Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.