It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

We mustn't complain too much of being comedians - it's an honorable profession. If only we could be good ones the world might gain at least a sense of style. We have failed - that's all. We are bad comedians, we aren't bad men.

Death will come in any case, and there is a long afterwards if the priests are right and nothing to fear if they are wrong.

Love taught me that your honour did but jest.

Heresy is only another word for freedom of thought.

Hope was an instinct only the reasoning human mind could kill. An animal never knew despair.

There was always another side to a joke, the side of the victim.