“Madness is something rare in individuals – but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule.”

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

It is my ambition to say in ten sentences what others say in a whole book.

Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.

One must be a sea, to receive a polluted stream without becoming impure.

The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters.

You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.

One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many.

Faith: not wanting to know what the truth is.

One ought to hold on to one’s heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.

I assess the power of a will by how much resistance, pain, torture it endures and knows how to turn to its advantage.

Meaning and morality of one’s life come from within oneself.

Women make the highs higher and the lows more frequent.

Ultimately, it is the desire, not the desired, that we love.

All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe.

There is an innocence in admiration: it occurs in one who has not yet realized that they might one day be admired.

To tell a woman who is forty, “You look like sixteen,” is boloney. The blarney way of saying it is “Tell me how old you are, I should like to know at what age women are the most beautiful.

Men will surrender to the spirit of the age. They will say that if they had lived in our day, faith would be simple and easy. But in their day, they will say, things are complex; the Church must be brought up to date and made meaningful to the day’s problems.

My dear, old age is like an airplane flying in a storm. Once you’re in it there’s nothing you can do. You can’t stop a plane, you can’t stop a storm, you can’t stop time. So you might as well take it easy, with wisdom.

Men who have reached and passed forty-five, have a look as if waiting for the secret of the other world, and as if they were perfectly sure of having found out the secret of this.

Being seventy is not a sin. It’s not a joy, either.

It’s hard to find true love in the age of digital sex.

Why were you so old when we met? I answered with the truth: Age isn’t how old you are but how old you feel.

I’m not a prophet or a stone aged man, just a mortal with potential of a superman. I’m living on.