It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.

We breathe, sleep, drink, eat, work and then die! The end of life is death. What do you long for? Love? A few kisses and you will be powerless. Money? What for? To gratify your desires. Glory? What coems after it all? Death! Death alone is certain.

The English have only three sauces - a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.

breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.

Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms

You must render: never report.

I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.