Vanity of vanities… all is vanity.’ You kill yourself to get to the grave. Especially you kill yourself to get to the grave before you die; and the name of the grave is ‘success’, the name of that grave is hullabullo boom boom horseshit.

Sweet life continues in the breeze, in the golden fields.

Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.

The fact that everybody in the world dreams every night ties all mankind together.

It's only through form that we can realize emptiness

The beauty of things must be that they end.

...we all must admit that everything is fine and there's no need in the world to worry, and in fact we should realize what it would mean to us to UNDERSTAND that we're not REALLY worried about ANYTHING.