When it becomes really impossible to get away and sleep, then the will to live evaporates of its own accord.

All that makes a lunatic are the very ordinary ideas of mankind shut up inside a man's head.

Life is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it's the transparency that counts.

All in all, death is something like marriage.

Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and the happier you'll be. That's only natural and normal. Truth is inedible.

Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.

Only a complete alcoholic can think life is funny ... any life!.