You're buying years of work$$$ toil in the sun; you're buying a sorrow that can't talk.

Man has a choice and it's a choice that makes him a man.

The artist works by locating the world in himself.

You look ridiculous if you dance. You look ridiculous if you don't dance. So you might as well dance.

A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.

The love we do not show here on Earth is the only thing that hurts us in the after-life.

Depression is melancholy minus its charms.

The real question is not whether machines think but whether men do. The mystery which surrounds a thinking machine already surrounds a thinking man.

You only go around once$$$ but if you play your cards right$$$ once is enough.

The sun might shine or the clouds might lower$$$ but nothing could appear to me as it had done the day before.