Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.

I've come to the point where I never feel the need to stop and evaluate whether or not I am happy. I'm just 'being', and without question, by default, it works.

Tell me that the purpose of life is to have fun, and without a care in the world I'll begin wreaking havoc on everything I pass. Now that's what I call pure, honest fun.

What men classify as living is often but the discontentment of making oneself itch just to enjoy the scratch.

With a philosophy education, one can infuriate his peers, intimidate his date, think of obscure, unreliable ways to make money, and never regret a thing.

It's much easier on the emotions when one sees life as an experiment rather than a struggle for popularity.

Work was intended not to give a man a reason to live, but rather to give him a means to live.

After each of his books, the writer, for a while, feels once again that he can now die happy.

The weather is nature's disruptor of human plans and busybodies. Of all the things on earth, nature's disruption is what we know we can depend on, as it is essentially uncontrolled by men.