Conversations consist for the most part of things one does not say.
Memory is like a dog that lies down where it pleases.
Through men ... you learn how the world is. Through women you learn what it is.
The world is a never-ending cross-reference.
He regarded life as a rather odd club of which he had accidentally become a member and from which one could be expelled without reasons having to be supplied. He had already decided to leave the club if the meetings should become all too boring. But how boring is boring?
I have never cared much for people. Most of them are cowards, conformists, muddleheads, moneygrubbers, and they infect each other.