“A love thought: I love you so much that I could wish I had been born your brother, or had brought you into the world myself.”

The real affliction of old age is remorse.

A corpse is what’s left after waking too often.

The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.

Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.

The man who cannot live with charity, sharing other men’s pain, is punished by feeling his own with intolerable anguish.

It is not that things happen to each of us according to his fate, but that he interprets what has happened, if he has power to do so, according to his sense of his own destiny.

We care so little of other people than even Christianity urges us to do good for the love of God.

It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies.

When writing poetry, it is not that produces a bright idea, but the bright idea that kindles the fire of.

When you dream, you are an author, but you do not know how it will end.

Life without smoking is like the smoke without the roast.

There comes a day when, for someone who has persecuted us, we feel only indifference, a weariness at his stupidity. Then we forgive him.

Artists are the monks of the bourgeois state.

A dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.

Every kid starts out as a natural-born scientist, and then we beat it out of them. A few trickle through the system with their wonder and enthusiasm for science intact.

Most of us are about as eager to be changed as we were to be born, and go through our changes in a similar state of shock.

I was probably born a scorer, but I was made a winner. Whatever works, whatever wins championships, wins games, that’s what I do.

Some are born great. Some achieve greatness. Some get it as a graduation gift.

All people are born alike except Republicans and Democrats.

I always felt like I was meant to have been born in another era, another time.

Sometimes I don’t feel like going to work but then I remember I was born cute not rich.

When you catch a glimpse of your potential, that’s when passion is born.