Just as people behave to me, so do I behave to them. When I see that a person despises me and treats me with contempt, I can be as proud as any peacock.
It’s not a question of pessimism or optimism. It’s just that ninety-nine out of a hundred people don’t have any brains.[Дело не в пессимизме и не в оптимизме, а в том, что у девяноста девяти из ста нет ума.]
It’s just natural, it’s not a great disaster. People keep talking about it like it’s The End of The Earth. It’s only a rock group that split up, it’s nothing important. You know, you have all the old records there if you want to reminisce.
It is wise to persuade people to do things and make them think it was their own idea.
It is the same with people as it is with riding a bike. Only when moving can one comfortably maintain one’s balance.[Beim Menschen ist es wie beim Velo. Nur wenn er faehrt, kann er bequem die Balance halten.]
It is not good when people no longer believe in war. Pretty soon they no longer believe in many other things which they absolutely must believe in if they are to be decent men.
In countries where innocent people are dying, the leaders are following their blood rather than their brains.
If people think nature is their friend, then they sure don’t need an enemy.
If I am no longer disturbed myself, I will deal less with disturbed people and with violent material. I don’t regret having concerned myself with such people, because I think most of us are disturbed.
I wish that I could say I was optimistic about the human race. I love us all, but we are so stupid and shortsighted that I wonder if we can lift our eyes to the world about us long enough not to commit suicide. I keep trying to make people do so.
I want people to walk around delusional about how great they can be – and then to fight so hard for it every day that the lie becomes the truth.
I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.
