Let language be the divining rod that finds the sources of thought.
The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.
You don't even live once.
One cannot dictate an aphorism to a typist. It would take too long.
The little stations are very proud because the expresses have to pass them by.
What torture, this life in society! Often someone is obliging enough to offer me a light, and in order to oblige him I have to fish a cigarette out of my pocket.