We Spend Our Lives Talking About This

It Astounds Us To Come Upon Other Egoists, As Though We Alone Had The Right To Be Selfish, And To Be Filled With Eagerness To Live.

On Earth There Is No Heaven, But There Are Pieces Of It.

I Don't Know If God Exists, But It Would Be Better For His Reputation If He Didn't.

Our Dream Dashes Itself Against The Great Mystery Like A Wasp Against A Window Pane. Less Merciful Than Man, God Never Opens The Window.

In Morals, Always Do As Others Do; In Art, Never.