Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate$$$ if ever so slightly$$$ over misery and pain.

An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling falsehood.

Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.

My father always used to say that when you die$$$ if you've got five real friends$$$ then you've had a great life.

Those that don't got it$$$ can't show it. Those that got it$$$ can't hide it.

The life of man is of no greater importance to the universe than that of an oyster.

He is happy whose circumstances suit his temper$$$ but he is more excellent who can suit his temper to his circumstance.

All growth toward perfection is but a returning to original existence.

I am more and more convinced that our happiness or unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life$$$ than on the nature of those events themselves.

I'd like a drink. I desire to forget life. Life is a hideous invention by somebody I don't know. It doesn't last$$$ and it's good for nothing. You break your neck simply living.