I know that I am what I am. But I am not sure what I am.
Against classical philosophy: thinking about eternity or the immensity of the universe does not lessen my unhappiness.
A moratorium on opportunities, please. I need to recover from the last one.
To postpone unpleasantness is human; to forget it is divine.
Unlike life, when books become meaningless, they are making a point.
The perfect aphorism would achieve classical balance and then immediately upset it.