What must I say, that you don’t know on your own?

The irony of life is like a brothel without prostitutes--but don't you worry, prostitutes don't need of a brothel, to exercise their profession.

We will all be destroyed whether we like it or not. I say let's like it.

When you were in least of need, people or objects turned up but when you were in a fraught situation, you would never find them.

Ein Optimist ist ein Mensch, der ein Dutzend Austern bestellt, in der Hoffnung, sie mit der Perle, die er darin findet, bezahlen zu können.

And it was strange, I thought, that sorrow lasts and can make a man look forward to death, but the mood of victory fills a moment and then is over