Women are like dreams, they are never the way you would like to have them.

The facts are to blame, my friend. We are all imprisoned by facts: I was born, I exist.

If we have no other reality beyond the illusion, you too must not count overmuch on your reality as you feel it today, since, like that of yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.

As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

Life is a very sad piece of buffoonery, because we have .. the need to fool ourselves continuously by the spontaneous creation of a reality .. which, from time to time, reveals itself to be vain and illusory.

When you say you are in love with humanity, you are well satisfied with yourself.

It is so.When YOU think so