Children play soldier. That makes sense. But why do soldiers play children?

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.

If you wish to form a clear judgment on your friends, consult your dreams.

If children had been told that they could not blow their noses, this alone would make adults blush.

Nationalism is the love which ties me to the blockheads of my country, to the insultors of my way of life, and to the desecrators of my language.

The sound principle of a topsy-turvy lifestyle in the framework of an upside-down world order has stood every test.

Many share my views with me. But I don't share them with them.