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

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.

Psychoanalysts are father confessors who like to listen to the sins of the father as well.

Family life is an encroachment on private life.

The agitator seizes the word. The artist is seized by it.

Many women would like to dream with men without sleeping with them. Someone should point out to them that this is utterly impossible.

Life is an effort that deserves a better cause.