Lord Byron Quotes

The life of man is of no greater importance to the universe than that of an oyster.

One idea I explore in my stand-up show is whether, if you try looking at the universe rationally and avoid coping mechanisms like mysticism or religion, you can still be happy knowing you are going to die after a brief time on this spinning ball.

On a cosmic scale, our life is insignificant, yet this brief period when we appear in the world is the time in which all meaningful questions arise.

A microscopic phantom of the universe; this is all that we are able to be.

Thus each of us had to be content to live only for the day, alone under the vast indifference of the sky.

We don't really have a place in the universe, as far as on a timeline. But nothing else does, either. Therefore every moment really is the most important moment that's ever happened, including this moment right now.

I'm using the afterlife as a backdrop against which to explore the joys and complexities of being human - it turns out that it's a great lens with which to understand what matters to us.

Life is wasted on the living.

I can get very philosophical and ask the questions Keats was asking as a young guy. What are we here for? What's a soul? What's it all about? What is thinking about, imagination?

Sometimes I think we're alone. Sometimes I think we're not. In either case, the thought is staggering.

Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it.

One life is worth the universe. Poe was able to go right into the very depth of life and to demonstrate this.

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

The stars are matter, we're matter, but it doesn't matter.

The existentialist says at once that man is anguish.

The flesh, alas, is sad, and I have read all the books.

We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then.

The more the universe seems comprehensible, the more it also seems pointless.

Of our relation to all creation we can never know anything whatsoever. All is immensity and chaos. But, since all this knowledge of our limitations cannot possibly be of any value to us, it is better to ignore it in our daily conduct of life.

You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.

I'll go out at night and look up at the stars and think, 'How ridiculously inconsequential I am in the scheme of things.'

What's the point of our life? Everything seems absurd until we die, and then it makes sense.

The meaningless absurdity of life is the only incontestable knowledge accessible to man.

We start off with high hopes, then we bottle it. We realise that we’re all going to die, without really finding out the big answers. We develop all those long-winded ideas which just interpret the reality of our lives in different ways, without really extending our body of worthwhile knowledge, about the big things, the real things. Basically, we live a short disappointing life; and then we die. We fill up our lives with shite, things like careers and relationships to delude ourselves that it isn’t all totally pointless.

And as I looked at the star, I realised what millions of other people have realised when looking at stars. We're tiny. We don't matter. We're here for a second and then gone the next. We're a sneeze in the life of the universe.