When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.
An amazing breathlessness arises because we fill our lives with emptiness and Facebook. In a discussion about the empty calories of Facebook, someone close to me said with great seriousness: “I have 190 friends on Facebook.” Then I replied: “Yes, but hardly one of them will pick up your coffin the day you leave here.” Why not use the time for some fewer and real friends in the real world.
Lotto is a tax for stupid people. An extra tax.
When you get as old as I am and no longer have a husband or dog, and the children have long since left home, you can sit and get a little wiser by thinking. Then it’s time to edit your memories and start looking at your life again. First come the regrets, then come the wrongs you’ve done, mistakes you’ve made – and all the things you can sit and brood over if you’re already in a bad mood. But you can also understand people and contexts in a new way.
Build a man a fire, and he’ll be warm for a day. Set a man on fire, and he’ll be warm for the rest of his life.
If you live for weekends or vacations, your shit is broken.
When you tear out a man’s tongue, you are not proving, him a liar: you’re only telling the world that you fear what he might say.
You can beat 40 scholars with one fact, but you cannot beat one idiot with 40 facts.
The ability to speak does not make you intelligent.