The truth is that reason is the enemy of life.

The only way to give finality to the world is to give it consciousness.

Fascism is cured by reading, and racism is cured by traveling

A lot of good arguments are spoiled by some fool who knows what he is talking about.

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

The skeptic does not mean him who doubts, but him who investigates or researches, as opposed to him who asserts and thinks that he has found.

Only in solitude do we find ourselves; and in finding ourselves, we find in ourselves all our brothers in solitude.

We should try to be the parents of our future rather than the offspring of our past.

Suffering is the substance of life and the root of personality, for it is only suffering that makes us persons.

Only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.

Love is just a mask. All we search is a Comfort, Acceptance. Consolation. Affirmation. Assurance. Indulgence. Isolation. Absolution and Remission.

The disruption of science is one which abandons the method and seeks to conquer grounds outside its territory. It is not at all religion but this pseudo-science that is the enemy of science.

Every night she breaks your heart, and yet every morning you love her more. If that’s not enough, nothing will be!

Silicon-based life may be impossible for one other reason: silicon bonds readily dissolve in water.

As I was growing up, people were always trying to talk about their sexual conquests, trying to make themselves appear like a cassanova. I'm surprised you haven't heard that, I really am.

They tell me, Lord, that when I seem To be in speech with you. Since but one voice is heard, it

I'm so against surgery. I can tell you today and I can tell you for sure I will never do anything to my face. Nothing. The age I am? That's it.

Even now, the irony that so non-intellectual a man should choose to engage the Soviet Union on the battlefield of ideas has eluded most commentators and historians.

I fear looking back and wishing I had done things I hadn't.

The open road is a beckoning, a strangeness, a place where a man can lose himself.