From such trivia, I believe my soul was born.

I will not join any club who will take me as a member.

That is why, no matter how desperate the predicament is, I am always very much in earnest about clutching my cane, straightening my derby hat and fixing my tie, even though I have just landed on my head.

Words are cheap. The biggest thing you can say is "elephant".

Where words leave off, gesture begins. Don't we speak of a person being speechless with rage, dancing with impatience, setting his teeth? The final motions of the soul are speechless, animal, grotesque, or of an incomparable beauty.

The saddest thing I can imagine is to get used to luxury. [and therefore not appreciate it fully or be grateful for it every moment.]

As for politics, I’m an anarchist. I hate governments and rules and fetters. Can’t stand caged animals. People must be free.