Technology is a servant who makes so much noise cleaning up in the next room that his master cannot make music.

When I want to go to sleep, I must first get a whole menagerie of voices to shut up. You wouldn't believe what a racket they make in my room.

Let my style capture all the sounds of my time. This should make it an annoyance to my contemporaries. But later generations should hold it to their ears like a seashell in which there is the music of an ocean of mud.

Language is the mother of thought, not its handmaiden.

Humanity is the washerwoman of society that wrings out its dirty laundry in tears.

I like to hold a monologue with women. But a dialogue with myself is more stimulating.

Democracy divides people into workers and loafers. It makes no provision for those who have no time to work.