The human race is doomed to sink back farther and farther into the primitive night ere again it begins its bloody climb upward to civilization.

It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.

To have a full stomach, to daze lazily in the sunshine--such things were remuneration in full for his adors and toils, while his ardors and toils were in themselves self-remunerative. They were expressions of life, and life is always happy when it is expressing itself.

Ever bike? Now that's something that makes life worth living!

The aim of life was meat. Life itself was meat. Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten.

The fortunate man is the one who cannot take more than a couple of drinks without becoming intoxicated. The unfortunate wight is the one who can take many glasses without betraying a sign; who must take numerous glasses in order to get the ‘kick’.

Life is so short. I would rather sing one song than interpret the thousand.