Nature is by and large to be found out of doors, a location where, it cannot be argued, there are never enough comfortable chairs.

There is no such thing as inner peace. There is only nervousness or death. Any attempt to prove otherwise constitutes unacceptable behavior.

If you are a dog and your owner suggests that you wear a sweater suggest that he wear a tail.

Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one. It's a drug. It distorts reality, and that's the point of it. It would be impossible to fall in love with someone that you really saw.

Success didn't spoil me, I've always been insufferable.