I suppose that's one of the ironies of life doing the wrong thing at the right moment.

Let us not underestimate the privileges of the mediocre. As one climbs higher, life becomes ever harder, the coldness increases, responsibility increases.

Hope, in its stronger forms, is a great deal more powerful stimulans to life than any sort of realized joy can ever be.

Art is the proper task of life.

Death. The certain prospect of death could sweeten every life with a precious and fragrant drop of levity-and now you strange apothecary souls have turned it into an ill-tasting drop of poison that makes the whole of life repulsive.

The lie is a condition of life.