Man is perishing. That may be, and if it is nothingness that awaits us let us so act that it will be an unjust fate.

And killing time is perhaps the essence of comedy, just as the essence of tragedy is killing eternity.

The truth is that reason is the enemy of life.

We should try to be the parents of our future rather than the offspring of our past.

Man is said to be a reasoning animal. I do not know why he has not been defined as an affective or feeling animal. Perhaps that which differentiates him from other animals is feeling rather than reason. More often I have seen a cat reason than laugh or weep. Perhaps it weeps or laughs inwardly - but then perhaps, also inwardly, the crab resolves equations of the second degree.

The mists remain of the false glory that erupts from history.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.