One Hardly Saves A World Without Ruling

Old Age, After All, Is Merely The Punishment For Having Lived.

One Is And Remains A Slave As Long As One Is Not Cured Of Hoping.

Sometimes I Wish I Were A Cannibal – Less For The Pleasure Of Eating Someone Than For The Pleasure Of Vomiting Him.

It Is Not Worth The Bother Of Killing Yourself, Since You Always Kill Yourself Too Late.

I Would Like To Go Mad On One Condition, Namely, That I Would Become A Happy Madman, Lively And Always In A Good Mood, Without Any Troubles And Obsessions, Laughing Senselessly From Morning To Night.