Do you think that it is possible to have a mere taste of commonness? Either one hates it or makes common cause with it.

Drive the women from the bed just as you drove them from the choir; a eunuch sings in Rome, and the priests masturbate.

Plato calls complacency the companion of loneliness.

No spoon has yet destroyed a mouth, but the knife of war cuts portions that are hard to swallow. Perhaps the big mouths of the privileged are able to cope with them, but they dull the teeth of the little people and ruin their stomachs.

How frightening it is to have reached the height of human accomplishment in art that must forever borrow from life's abundance.

A person who looks different all the time frightens me. Only one animal changes its skin: the snake.

Isn't it awful that cold feet make for a cold imagination and that a pair of woollen socks induce good thoughts!