Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome.

The truth is like the sun. You can shut it out for a time, but it ain't goin' away.

If oxen and horses and lions had hands and could paint with their hands and produce works of art as men do, horses would paint the forms of the gods like horses, and oxen like oxen, and they would make their bodies in accordance with the form that each species itself possesses.

I’m not afraid to speak my mind, even if it’s unpopular.