It is time for writers to admit that nothing in this world makes sense. Only fools and charlatans think they know and understand everything. The stupider they are, the wider they conceive their horizons to be. And if an artist decides to declare that he understands nothing of what he sees - this in itself constitutes a considerable clarity in the realm of thought, and a great step forward.

I often wonder: suppose we could begin life over again, knowing what we were doing? Suppose we could use one life, already ended, as a sort of rough draft for another? I think that every one of us would try, more than anything else, not to repeat himself, at the very least he would rearrange his manner of life, he would make sure of rooms like these, with flowers and light ... I have a wife and two daughters, my wife's health is delicate and so on and so on, and if I had to begin life all over again I would not marry. ... No, no!

When men ask me how I know so much about men, they get a simple answer: everything I know about men, I learned from me.

A man and a woman marry because both of them do not know what to do with themselves.

Wisdom.... comes not from age, but from education and learning.

In my head there is a whole army of people asking to be let out and waiting for the word of command.

To live simply to die is by no means amusing, but to live with the knowledge that you will die before your time, that's really is idiotic