We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

Should one be shallow enough to view existence as a system of rewards and punishments, one soon learns that we pay as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats.

I do not know why the dead do not come back to life. Perhaps death is so wonderful, in ways we cannot comprehend, that they prefer it over and above their friends and loved ones, although I am inclined to doubt that be the case.

You don't have to be a genius to recognize one. If you did, Einstein would never have gotten invited to the White House.

On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.

Toys are made in heaven, batteries are made in hell.

Birth and death were easy. It was life that was hard.