The horse is the only animal into which one can bang nails.

We are in the world to laugh. In purgatory or in hell we shall no longer be able to do so. And in heaven it would not be proper.

Writing is a way of talking without being interrupted.

If I had my life to live over again, I would ask that not a thing be changed, but that my eyes be opened wider.

The profession of letters is, after all, the only one in which one can make no money without being ridiculous.

In literature, there are only oxen. The biggest ones are the geniuses-the ones who toil eighteen hours a day without tiring.

The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat.