Sex is something I really don't understand too hot. You never know where the hell you are. . . Sex is something I just don't understand. I swear to God.
Civilized men arrived in the Pacific, armed with alcohol, syphilis, trousers, and the Bible.
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.
In philosophy, it is not the attainment of the goal that matters, it is the things that are met with by the way
Had there been a Lunatic Asylum in the suburbs of Jerusalem, Jesus Christ would infallibly have been shut up in it at the outset of his public career. That interview with Satan on a pinnacle of the Temple would alone have damned him, and everything that happened after could have confirmed the diagnosis. The whole religious complexion of the modern world is due to the absence from Jerusalem of a Lunatic Asylum.
However well organized the foundations of life may be, life must always be full of risks.
. . . aesthetic values are changed under the influence of sexual emotion; from the lover's point of view many things are beautiful which are unbeautiful from the point of view of him who is not a lover, and the greater the degree to which the lover is swayed by his passion the greater the extent to which his normal aesthetic standard is liable to be modified.
The world you live in is 100 percent your own responsibility. If you don't like your world, it doesn't work to say, "Well, it's my mother's fault. She taught me how to think. "
The affection is mainly biological factor. Then further sort of strengthening, that religion helps.
Some artists go through life not realizing that they have to be happy today. They're always thinking about the next job or the next thing: "I'll get this, then I'll be happy. " Then you're miserable.
Inherent to socialism is the absence of choice. If I want to choose my own pretzels or books or iphones, they prevent me - they fine me, or imprison me. And those systems, not infrequently have historically, have developed into systems where there are pogroms.