Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.
Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.
We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.
Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting different results.
Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.
To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.