In life man commits himself and draws his own portrait, outside of which there is nothing. No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of his life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a man as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.

What is not possible is not to choose.

It is disgusting -- Why must we have bodies?

Three o'clock is always too late or too early for anything you want to do.

Things are entirely what they appear to be and behind them... there is nothing.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound and secret delirium of nature--could explain [a tree root].