Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.

Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.

I don't follow the rules. I make them.

当我们错把地图当作疆域时，哲学便是指回现实的罗盘。

The past is hidden somewhere outside the realm, beyond the reach of intellect, in some material object (in the sensation which that material object will give us) which we do not suspect.

To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.