From a hundred rabbits you can't make a horse.

On our earth we can only love withsuffering and through suffering.

And the more I drink the more I feel it. That's why I drink too. I try to find sympathy and feeling in drink.... I drink so that I may suffer twice as much!

What makes a hero? Courage, strength, morality, withstanding adversity? Are these the traits that truly show and create a hero? Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice versa? Is the soul a source of hope or despair? Who are these so called heroes and where do they come from? Are their origins in obscurity or in plain sight?

There is no idea, no fact, which could not be vulgarized and presented in a ludicrous light.

Man is unhappy because he doesn't know he's happy. If anyone finds out he'll become happy at once.

Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.