Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.
We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.
In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws, it doesn't know art, just as it doesn't know freedom, just as it doesn't know goodness.
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.