They came to know the incorrigible sorrow of all prisoners and exiles, which is to live in company with a memory that serves no purpose.

May heaven protect us, cher monsieur, from being set on a pedestal by our friends!!!

Most men are like me. They cannot live in a universe where the most bizarre thought can in one second enter into the realm of reality--where, most often, it does enter, like a knife in a heart.

There are crimes of passion and crimes of logic. The boundary between them is not clearly defined.

The important thing isn't the soundness or otherwise of the argument, but for it to make you think.

At any street corner the feeling of absurdity can strike any man in the face.

When I see a new face, something sets off an alarm bell inside me. 'slow down! Danger!' Even when the attraction is strongest, I am on my guard.