Nobody teaches life anything.
One could be happy not only without love, but despite it.
Nothing resembles a person as much as the way he dies.
Sex is one's consolation when love is not enough
He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.
If God hadn't rested on Sunday, He would have had time to finish the world.