Growing old-it's not nice, but it's interesting.

Family . . . the home of all social evil, a charitable institution for comfortable women, an anchorage for house-fathers, and a hell for children.

People who keep dogs are cowards who haven't got the guts to bite people themselves.

I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.

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

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

I dream, therefore I exist.