Not everyone knows how to be silent or to leave in good time. It happens that even people of good breeding fail to notice that their presence provokes in the weary or preoccupied host a feeling akin to hatred, and that this feeling is tensely concealed and covered up with lies.

I don’t understand anything about the ballet; all I know is that during the intervals the ballerinas stink like horses.

What's the use of talking? You can see for yourself that this is a barbarous country; the people have no morals; and the boredom!

They say philosophers and wise men are indifferent. Wrong. Indifference is a paralysis of the soul, a premature death.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

When performing an autopsy, even the most inveterate spiritualist would have to question where the soul is.

If you say in the first chapter that there is a rifle hanging on the wall, in the second or third chapter it absolutely must go off. If it's not going to be fired, it shouldn't be hanging there.