It is of men, and of them only, that one should always be frightened.

Philosophizing is simply one way of being afraid, a cowardly pretense that doesn't get you anywhere.

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past.

Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.

The mind is satisfied with phrased, but not the body, the body is more fastidious, it wants muscles. A body always tells the truth, that's why it's usually depressing and disgusting to look at.

The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.

There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.

A man should be resigned to knowing himself a little better each day if he hasn't got the guts to put an end to his sniveling once and for all.

Our life is a journey, through winter and night, We look for our way, in a sky without light. (Song of the Swiss Guards, 1793)

...the Pope vigorously upholds the real power of redemption to liberate the human heart from the domination of lust, calling men and women to a new "ethos.

God will help you in a way you will not know he did. at’s his trick.

Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies, But keep your fancy free.

Those dull, unmusterious city unemployables, dressed in their grey, secondhand suits.

I create opportunities.

My thing has always been, sit down with me for an hour and base your judgments off that. That's all I ask. Don't go by what you read in the paper or hear in the streets.

If ideas are what feed serious literature and arresting language, who today is writing a novel of ideas (which can often mean comedy)? I think of Joshua Cohen. Who else?

I shave without using shaving cream.

And on this earth of ours there are but few souls that can withstand the dominion of the soul that has suffered itself to become beautiful.

As a dancer, I out-Fred the nimblest Astaire.