Our entire life, with our fine moral code and our precious freedom, consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.
A happy love is full of quarrels, you know.
We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck, and, ask anyone, the house is never burgled, and the ship never goes down.
I like reality. It tastes like bread.
One cannot weep for the entire world, it is beyond human strength. One must choose.
A genius knows how to make himself easily understood without being obvious about it.