Every man, either to his terror or consolation, has some sense of religion.
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
Christ rode on an ass, but now asses ride on Christ.
I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.
In these times we fight for ideas and newspapers are our fortress.
Sleep is good, death is better; but of course, the best thing would to have never been born at all.
He only profits from praise who values criticism.
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
Woman is at once apple and serpent.
I do not know if she was virtuous, but she was ugly, and with a woman that is half the battle.