To travel is very useful, it makes the imagination work, the rest is just delusion and pain. Our journey is entirely imaginary, which is its strength.
Troubles are as endless as pleasures are brief.
The more one is hated, I find, the happier one is.
Life must go on, even if it's no joke...just pretend to believe in the future.
All in all, death is something like marriage.
For the poor of this world, two major ways of expiring are available: either by the absolute indifference of your fellow-men in peace-time, or by the homicidal passion of these same when war breaks out.