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.
The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it.
We must be greater than God, for we have to undo His injustice.
Wrinkles are engraved smiles.
I finally know what distinguishes man from the other beasts: financial worries.
Let us stay at home: there we are decent. Let us not go out: our defects wait for us at the door, like flies.