I had everything I'd hoped for but I wasn't being myself. So I decided to be honest about who I was. It was strange: The people who loved me for being funny suddenly didn't like me for being... me.

I used to think that everything was just being funny but now I don't know. I mean how can you tell?

Everything is funny as long as it's happening to somebody else.

Boy those French: they have a different word for everything!

Everything that used to be a sin is now a disease.

People who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do.

Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

As told in Friendship with God if we simply decided to believe and act as if first we're all one and second life is eternal it would render virtually everything we've done all our lives pointless.

Yes we have the freedom to do what we please but it only works because we don't do everything we might please - we should exercise some degree of personal and corporate responsibility.