The most beautiful thing in the world is, of course, the world itself.
To live in the world but outside of existing conceptions of it.
It is the sea that whitens the roof. The sea drifts through the winter air. It is the sea that the north wind makes. The sea is in the falling snow.
Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.
Success as a result of industry is a peasant's ideal.
Fromage and coffee and cognac and no gods.