So many vaginas, stomachs, cocks, snouts, and flies you don't know what to do with them ... shovelsfull! ... but hearts? ... very rare! in the last five hundred million years too many cocks and gastric tubes to count ... but hearts? ... on your fingers!.

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.

There's no such thing as intelligent vanity. It's an instinct. And you'll never find a man who is not first and foremost vain.

A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.

Most people die at the last minute; others twenty years beforehand, some even earlier. They are the wretched of the earth.

Almost every desire a poor man has is a punishable offence.