I believe the stars can affect human lives, particularly by providing employment for thousands of astrologers.
Some changes are so slow, you don’t notice them, others are so fast, they don’t notice you.
Why does merely attempting to understand Reality so often seem to lead to going insane?
There’s nothing on my mind that couldn’t be expressed by a long insane outburst of hysterical rage.
The future seems to be in good hands, it’s the past I’m worried about.
I march to a different drummer, whose location, identity, and musical training haven’t yet been established.
It would be easier for me to reject all established values, if I knew what they were.
The things I fear may all be imaginary, so what I fear most is my imagination.
Unfortunately, it’s possible to be able to do something extremely well that nobody ever wants done.
I try to take life as it comes, and just hope it keeps coming.
Having failed to conquer myself, my best hope now is to arrange an alliance with myself.
I’ll give up my bad habits as soon as equally satisfying good habits become available.
Dying is a part of living, but only a very small part.
You can’t stop progress, but you can help decide what is progress and what isn’t.
I am eagerly awaiting my next disappointment.
We can all learn from our failures. What I’ve learned is how much it hurts to fail.
Better start rushing before the rush begins!
Isn’t it a coincidence that you and I are both alive at the same time?
Even a meaningless life may contain many good breakfasts.
Is it you and I who are crazy, or is it everybody else?