Suppose by chance you do get picked up. What have you done? You shot a horse; that isn't first degree murder; in fact, it isn't even murder; in fact, I don't know what it is.

I'm just an old man and I smell bad, remember?

Regret isn't going to get me anywhere. It's like being obsessed with something. It doesn't bring you anywhere.

A satirist is someone who has a very skeptical view of human nature, but who still has the optimism to make some sort of a joke out of it. However brutal that joke might be.

No philosophy based on an incorrect view of the nature of man is likely to produce social good.

There's something in the human personality which resents things that are clear, and conversely, something which is attracted to puzzles, enigmas, and allegories.

The very meaninglessness of life forces man to create his own meaning.