Everything is a dangerous drug except reality which is unendurable.

Beautiful women must think about their beauty as capitalists think about their investments or politicians about their majorities; it is all they have to insure their places in the world.

The shock, for an intelligent writer, of discovering for the first time that there are people younger than himself who think him stupid is severe.

There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication.

The river of truth is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between them, the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the mainstream.

Civilization is an active deposit which is formed by the combustion of the Present with the Past. Neither in countries without a Present nor in those without a Past is it to be discovered.