The longer one lives, the more one realizes that nothing is a dish for every day.

The longer one lives, the more one realizes that nothing is a dish for every day.

Shall I give you my recipe for happiness? I find everything useful and nothing indispensable. I find everything wonderful and nothing miraculous. I reverence the body. I avoid first causes like the plague.

To find a friend one must close one eye. To keep him...two.

You can construct the character of a man and his age not only from what he does and says, but from what he fails to say and do.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

I can find no room in my cosmos for a deity save as a waste product of human weakness, the excrement of the imagination.