The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased.

I can't go on. I'll go on.

Lick your neighbor as yourself!

The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so? There is nothing saddening here. Perhaps it is liquefied brain.

The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.

No painting is more replete than Mondrian's.

The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.