What do I know of man's destiny? I could tell you more about radishes.
Nothing is more real than nothing.
That desert of loneliness and recrimination that men call love.
As it is with the love of the body, so with the friendship of the mind, the full is only reached by admittance to the most retired places.
I am still alive then. That may come in useful.
All I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.