When I don't make any progress, it is because I have bumped into the wall of language. Then I draw back with a bloody head. And would like to go on.

The new psychiatrists say that everything and anything can be traced back to sexual causes. Their method, for example, could be explained as the eroticism of father confessors.

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

I and life: The case was settled chivalrously. The opponents parted without having made up.

Cosmetics is the science of a woman's cosmos.

There is a shortage of clerks. Everyone is going into journalism.

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