Since I wasn't consulted at the time of the creation of the world, I reserve for myself the right to have my own opinion about it.

Oh, gentlemen, perhaps I really regard myself as an intelligent man only because throughout my entire life I've never been able to start or finish anything. Granted, granted I'm a babbler, a harmless, irksome babbler, as we all are. But what's to be done if the sole and express purpose of every intelligent man is babble--that is, a deliberate pouring from empty into void.

I am strongly convinced that not only too much consciousness but even any consciousness at all is a sickness.

Schoolboys are a merciless race, individually they are angels, but together, especially in schools, they are often merciless.

I do not rebel against my God, I simply do not accept his world.

An artist must know the reality he is depicting in its minutest detail. In my opinion we have only one shining example of that - Count Leo Tolstoy.

Destroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you.