Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean sea.

This is true happiness: to have no ambition and to work like a horse as if you had every ambition. To live far from men, not to need them and yet to love them. To have the stars above, the land to your left and the sea to your right and to realize of a sudden that in your heart, life has accomplished its final miracle: it has become a fairy tale.

Before me is the abyss. How can I leap across it? And if I do not leap, how shall I ever be able to reach God?

I loved my body and did not want it to perish; I loved my soul and did not want it to decay. I have fought to reconcile these two primordial forces.

The only way to save yourself is to endeavor to save others.

It doesn't matter whether or not you have a head, you must wear the right sort of hat

Life is trouble. Only death is not. To be alive is to undo your belt and *look* for trouble.