The devil take these people and their language! They take a dozen monosyllabic words in their jaws, chew them, crunch them and spit them out again, and call that speaking. Fortunately they are by nature fairly silent, and although they gaze at us open-mouthed, they spare us long conversations.

Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.

Thought precedes action as lighting does thunder.

Where books are burnt, men finish up being burnt too.

I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

The propaganda of communism possesses a language which every people can understand. Its elements are simply hunger, envy, death.

Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose.