When I contemplated purpose I also contemplated chance and foolishness.

And many such good inventions are there, that they are like woman's breasts: useful at the same time, and pleasant.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

Every man is a creative cause of what happens, a primum mobile with an original movement.

And let that day be lost to us on which we did not dance once! And let that wisdom be false to us that brought no laughter with it!

But anyone who has really made sacrifices knows that he wanted and got something in return perhaps something for something of himself - that he gave up in order to have more here or at least to feel that he has "more".

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe. It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.