Talent is often a defect in character.

A school without grades must have been concocted by someone who was drunk on non-alcoholic wine.

My request that my writing be read twice has aroused great indignation. Unjustly so. After all, I do not ask that they be read once.

If someone calls me vain and mean, I know that he trusts me and has something to confess to me.

Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden.

Solitude would be ideal if you could pick the people to avoid.

Through my satire I make little people so big that afterwards they are worthy objects of my satire and no one can reproach me any longer.