My major preoccupation is the question, 'What is reality?'

My major preoccupation is the question, 'What is reality?'

The wisest people are the clowns, like Harpo Marx, who would not speak. If I could have anything I want I would like God to listen to what Harpo was not saying, and understand why Harpo would not talk.

Be happy now because tomorrow you are dying.

I guess that's the story of life: what you most fear never happens, but what you most yearn for never happens either. This is the difference between life and fiction. I suppose it's a good trade-off. But I'm not sure.

How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.

How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.