Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.
I don’t like animals. It’s a strange thing, I don’t like men and I don’t like animals. As for God, he is beginning to disgust me.
Each word seemed to me an unnecessary stain on silence of nothingness.
The major sin is the sin of being born.
The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh.