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

It is a mystery to me how a theologian can be praised for having brought himself to disbelieve dogmas. I've always thought that those who have brought themselves to believe in dogmas merit the true recognition owing a heroic deed.

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.

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.

The press, that goiter of the world, swells up with the desire for conquest and bursts with the achievements which every day brings. A week has room for the boldest climax of the human drive for expansion.

Ingratitude is often disproportionate to the benefaction received.