No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.

All that is active, all that is enveloped in time and space, is endowed with what might be described as an abstract, ideal and absolute impermeability.

The reality of the individualis an incoherent reality and must be expressed incoherently.

But at this place, at this moment of time, all mankind is us, whether we like it or not. Let us make the most of it, before it is too late!

It's a rare thing not to have been bonny-- once.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

Was I asleep? Had I slept?