To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.

The mind is satisfied with phrased, but not the body, the body is more fastidious, it wants muscles. A body always tells the truth, that's why it's usually depressing and disgusting to look at.

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

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

Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.

The rich don't have to kill to eat. They employ people, as they call it. The rich don't do evil themselves. They pay. People do all they can to please them, and everybody's happy.