Take care to sell your horse before he dies. The art of life is passing losses on.

Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.

Everybody loves your life but you.

I want to go when I want. It is tasteless to prolong life artificially. I have done my share; it is time to go. I will do it elegantly.

Most men die at 27, we just bury them at 72.

I can teach anybody how to get what they want out of life. The problem is that I can't find anybody who can tell me what they want.