I object to publishers: the one service they have done me is to teach me to do without them. They combine commercial rascality with artistic touchiness and pettishness, without being either good business men or fine judges of literature.

If a group of beings from another planet were to land on Earth - beings who considered themselves as superior to you as you feel yourself to be to other animals - would you concede them the rights over you that you assume over other animals?

I dread success. To have succeeded is to have finished one's business on earth, like the male spider who is killed by the female the moment he has succeeded in his courtship. I like the state of continual becoming, with a goal in front and not behind.

Life would be tolerable but for its amusements.

The minorities are sometimes right. The majorities never.

Oh, well, if you want original conversations, you'd better go and talk to yourself.

Youth, which is forgiven everything, forgives itself nothing: age, which forgives itself everything, is forgiven nothing.