Humorists are always pessimists. They're reactionaries: because they see that every golden cloud has a black lining.

And gold has no name, it licks the hand of anyone who has it: good dog!

We are primitive men; we taboo what we desire and need. How did the denying of love come to be associated with the idea of morality.

About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal.

The sensuality, delicacy of literature does not exist for me; only the passion, energy and struggle… Most of my friends deplore this: they are always telling me what I should leave out in order to have success. But I know that nothing has more success in the end than an intelligent ferocity.

Pukka sahib or rank outsider--gentleman or bounder--and it's accent, accent, all the way.

Women are outside the law; they make nothing, they say yes or no to some collections of whereases.