Listen, in dreams and especially in nightmares, from indigestion or anything, a man sees sometimes such artistic visions, such complex and real actuality, such events, even a whole world of events, woven into such a plot, with such unexpected details from the most exalted matters to the last button on a cuff, as I swear Leo Tolstoy has never invented.

The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.

Man is a creature that can get accustomed to anything, and I think that is the best definition of him.

The absurd is only too necessary on earth. The world stands on absurdities.

But twice-two-makes-four is for all that a most insupportable thing. Twice-two-makes-four is, in my humble opinion, nothing but a piece of impudence. Twice-two-makes-four is a farcical, dressed-up fellow who stands across your path with arms akimbo and spits at you.

Can a man possessing conciousness ever really respect himself?

A beast can never be as cruel as a human being, so artistically, so picturesquely cruel.