And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

Horrible experiences lead us to wonder whether the person who experiences them might not be something horrible.

In his heart every man knows quite well that, being unique, he will be in the world only once and that no imaginable chance will for a second time gather together into a unity so strangely variegated an assortment as he is: he knows it but hides it like a bad conscience.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

We are doubly willing to jump into the water after some one who has fallen in, if there are people present who have not the courage to do so.

Everything is the same, nothing is worthwhile, the world is senseless, knowledge strangles.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.