“When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.”

The memory of everything is very soon overwhelmed in time.

The impediment to action advances action. What stands in the way becomes the way.

Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact. Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.

The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.

You always own the option of having no opinion.

Look well into thyself; there is a source of strength which will always spring up if thou wilt always look.

Do not act as if you were going to live ten thousand years. Death hangs over you. While you live, while it is in your power, be good.

A man must stand erect, not be kept erect by others.

It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinion than our own.

Our life is what our thoughts make it.

How ridiculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life.

Remember that very little is needed to make a happy life.

Just that you do the right thing. The rest doesn’t matter. Cold or warm.

If it is not right do not do it; if it is not true do not say it.

What we cannot bear removes us from life; what remains can be borne.

Never esteem anything as of advantage to you that will make you break your word or lose your self-respect.

The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air, touching your skin, saying goodbye. The last time I felt alive, I was dying.

Makes you wonder. When I left St. Louis, I was making five dollars a night. Now I’m getting $5,000 a week — for saying the same things out loud I used to say under my breath.

The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.

I’m drowning. And the air is nowhere to be found. Yet I pretend to breathe anyway.

I have hardly anything in common with myself and should stand very quietly in a corner, content that I can breathe.

I personally believe breathatarianism to be the highest mode of human living breathing in pure air, absorbing the direct light and energies of the sun, bathing in pure water I look at the obituaries every morning and ain’t nobody listed but you eaters.

I took a deep breath, however, and followed my rule of never speaking frankly to women in moments of emotion. No good ever comes of this.

I think I may be in way over my head. I’ll learn how to breathe underwater instead.