Marriage simplifies life and complicates the day.

I prefer the honest jargon of reality to the outright lies of books.

It is sometimes well for a blatant error to draw attention to overmodest truths.

Hatred, for the man who is not engaged in it, is a little like the odor of garlic for one who hasn't eaten any.

I think I am one of those who can manage not to take on a completely different appearance under their own glance.

I should have no use for a paradise in which I should be deprived of the right to prefer hell.

My pessimism extends to the point of even suspecting the sincerity of other pessimists.