It astounds us to come upon other egoists, as though we alone had the right to be selfish, and to be filled with eagerness to live.
Style is to forget all styles.
God does not believe in our God.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
An egotist always resents meeting another egotist as if he alone had the right to be one.
An optimist is a driver who thinks that empty space at the curb won't have a hydrant beside it.