Man is nothing else but what he makes of himself.

I wanted my own words. But the ones I use have dragged through I don't know how many consciences.

I admire [Samuel] Beckett, but I am totally against him. He seeks no improvement.

This then is the age of reason.

Man is not the sum of what he has already, but rather the sum of what he does not yet have, of what he could have.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

For an occurrence to become an adventure, it is necessary and sufficient for one to recount it.