Regarding love... what can you say? It's not the quantity of your sexual relations that counts. It's the quality. On the other hand if the quantity drops below once every eight months, I would definitely look into it.
The key is, to not think of death as an end, but as more of a very effective way to cut down on your expenses.
After all, there are worse things in life than death. If you've ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman, you know what I'm talking about.
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But, then one suffers from not loving. Therefore, to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy, then, is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness I hope you're getting this down.
Sex and death are two things that come but once in my lifetime, but at least after death you're not nauseous.
Eternal nothingness is O.K. if you're dressed for it.
It is impossible to experience one's own death objectively and still carry a tune.
Can we actually "know" the universe? My God, it's hard enough finding your way around in Chinatown.
I don't believe in an afterlife, although I am bringing a change of underwear.
I was a nervous child, I was a bedwetter. I used to sleep with an electric blanket and I was constantly electrocuting myself.
How can I believe in God when just last week I got my tongue caught in the roller of an electric typewriter?
Some guy hit my car fender the other day, and I said unto him, "Be fruitful and multiply." But not in those words.
To me there's no real difference between a fortune teller or a fortune cookie and any of the organized religions. They're all equally valid or invalid, really. And equally helpful.
What a world. It could be so wonderful if it wasn't for certain people.
Maybe the poets are right. Maybe love is the only answer.