I remember a time when a cabbage could sell itself by being a cabbage. Nowadays it’s no good being a cabbage – unless you have an agent and pay him a commission. Nothing is free anymore to sell itself or give itself away. These days, Countess, every cabbage has its pimp.

All the evil in the world is the fault of the self-styled pure in heart, a result of their eagerness to unearth secrets and expose them to the light of the sun.

Everyone always dies for his country. If you have lived in it, well and wisely and actively, you die for it too.

Human beings are like timid punctuation marks sprinkled among the incomprehensible sentences of life.

When he (man) ceased any longer to heed the words of the seers and prophets, science lovingly brought forth the radio.

During war we imprison the rights of man.

Water is the one substance from which the earth can conceal nothing; it sucks out its innermost secrets and brings them to our very lips.