I saw a poet chase a butterfly in a meadow. He put his net on a bench where a boy sat reading a book. It's a misfortune that it is usually the other way round.

You don't even live once.

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

Chastity always takes its toll. In some it produces pimples; in others, sex laws.

The art of an actress is sublimated sexuality. But off the stage the fire must be able to reconvert the steam into body.

The secret of the demagogue is to make himself as stupid as his audience so they believe they are clever as he.

A historian is often only a journalist facing backwards.