If you have no money, men won't care for you, women won't love you; won't, that is, care for you or love you the last little bit that matters.

The enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil, and it followed that any past or future agreement with him was impossible.

Tragedy, he precieved, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there were still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason.

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one's real and one's declared aims, one turns, as it were, instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish squirting out ink.

True freedom is the right to say something that others don't want to hear.

Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness.

As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me. They do not feel any enmity against me as an individual, nor I against them. They are only 'doing their duty'