Ah! yes, I know: those who see me rarely trust my word: I must look too intelligent to keep it.

The lad who dreams of being a boxing champion or an admiral chooses reality. If the writer chooses the imaginary, he confuses the two.

I receive letters from workers, from secretaries. . . . They are the most interesting ones.

One should commit no stupidity twice, the variety of choice is, in the end, large enough.

The characteristic of every neurosis is to represent itself as natural.

I have nothing but contempt for you idiotic chosen ones who have the heart to rejoice when there are the damned in Hell and the poor on earth; as for me, I am on the side of men and I will not leave it.

Several hours or several years make no difference once you have lost eternity.