A joke is an epigram on the death of a feeling.

Evolution does not make happiness its goal; it aims simply at evolution and nothing else.

A woman does not want the truth; what is truth to women? From the beginning, nothing has been more alien, repugnant, and hostile to woman than the truth - her great art is the lie, her highest concern is mere appearance and beauty.

Some people do not become thinkers simply because their memories are too good.

The wheel and the brake have different duties, but also one in common: to hurt one another.

The value of life itself cannot be estimated.

The devotion of the greatest is to encounter risk and danger, and play dice for death.