Life is always uncertain, and common prudence dictates to every man the necessity of settling his temporal concerns, while it is in his power, and while the mind is calm and undisturbed.

There's no absolutes in life - only vodka.

The element of the unexpected and the unforeseeable is what gives some of its relish to life and saves us from falling into the mechanical thralldom of the logicians.

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.

Every time I think that I'm getting old and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

What do you want meaning for? Life is desire, not meaning.