Language as a real thing is not imitation either of sounds or colors or emotions it is an intellectual recreation and there is nopossible doubt about it and it is going to go on being that as long as humanity is anything.

In France one must adapt oneself to the fragrance of a urinal.

Animals in different countries have different expressions just as the people in different countries differ in expression.

There are of course people who are more important than others in that they have more importance in the world but this is not essential and it ceases to be. I have no sense of difference in this respect because every human being comprises the combination form.

I have always noticed that in portraits of really great writers the mouth is always firmly closed.

Is it worse to be scared than to be bored, that is the question.

... there is no point in being realistic about here and now, no use at all not any, and so it is not the nineteenth but the twentieth century, there is no realism now, life is not real it is not earnest, it is strange which is an entirely different matter.