Man never has what he wants, because what he wants is everything.

Nothing contributes more to a person's peace of mind than having no opinions at all.

Contentment is, after all, simply refined indolence.

The pinnacle of human intelligence is still but just an ant hill, standing insignificantly tall aside the Mount Everest that is our reality.

Contentment is a kind of moral laziness; if thare want ennything but contentment in his world, man wouldn't be any more of a success than an angleworm is

Art must take reality by surprise.