So-called psychoanalysis is the occupation of lustful rationalists who trace everything in the world to sexual causes--with the exception of their occupation.

Stupidity is an elemental force for which no earthquake is a match.

Satire chooses and knows no objects. It arises by fleeing from them and their forcing themselves upon it.

One cleans someone else's threshold of consciousness only if one's own home is dirty.

Intercourse with a woman is sometimes a satisfactory substitute for masturbation. But it takes a lot of imagination to make it work.

The press, that goiter of the world, swells up with the desire for conquest and bursts with the achievements which every day brings. A week has room for the boldest climax of the human drive for expansion.

How do wars start? Diplomats tell lies to journalists, then believe what they read.