A cynic is a man who$$$ when he smells flowers$$$ looks around for a coffin.

Don't be trying to give back pain for pain...You can't get even measures in business like this.

I sometimes think the sexual organs were put there to keep the human race humble. They've certainly kept me humble.

You are a divine being. You matter$$$ you count. You come from realms of unimaginable power and light$$$ and you will return to those realms.

Self-consciousness is the destroyer of erotic joy.

He saw that no one owned anything really. It's all rented$$$ or borrowed. Our possessions will outlast us$$$ we'll desert them in the end.

People don't pay attention. And then one day there's an accounting. And after that$$$ nothing is the same.

My only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart.

A person is$$$ among all else$$$ a material thing$$$ easily torn and not easily mended.

Every effect that one produces gives one an enemy. To be popular one must be a mediocrity.