Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.

Now comes the mystery! (last words)

Let me be, was all I wanted. Be what I am, no matter how I am.

Who wants to live to be a hundred? What's the point of it? A short life and a merry one is far better than a long life sustained by fear, caution and perpetual medical surveillance

Life is 440 horsepower in a 2-cylinder engine.

Whatever there be of progress in life comes not through adaptation but through daring, through obeying the blind urge