But yet I am firmly persuaded that a great deal of consciousness, every sort of consciousness, in fact, is a disease.

The man who is happy is fulfilling the purpose of existence

If man has one good memory to go by, that may be enough to save him.

I think that if one is faced by inevitable destruction -- if a house is falling upon you, for instance -- one must feel a great longing to sit down, close one's eyes and wait, come what may . . .

Know that I've forgotten precisely nothing; but I've driven it all out of my head for a time, even the memories--until I've radically improved my circumstances. Then...then you'll see, I'll rise from the dead!

When . . . in the course of all these thousands of years has man ever acted in accordance with his own interests?

A single day is sufficient for a man to discover what happiness is.