It is terribly hard to be married, harder than anything. I think one has to be an angel.

I see the playwright as a lay preacher peddling the ideas of his time in popular form.

I dream, therefore I exist.

The world, life and human beings are only an illusion, a phantom, a dream image.

Sorrow has the fortunate peculiarity that it preys upon itself. It dies of starvation. Since it is essentially an interruption of habits, it can be replaced by new habits. Constituting, as it does, a void, it is soon filled up by a real horror vacuum.

What is economics? A science invented by the upper class in order to acquire the fruits of the labor of the underclass

What an occupation! To sit and flay your fellow men and then offer their skins for sale and expect them to buy them.