Psychoanalysis is that mental illness for which it regards itself as therapy.

I and my public understand each other very well: it does not hear what I say, and I don't say what it wants to hear.

Humanity is the washerwoman of society that wrings out its dirty laundry in tears.

A comprehensive education is a well-stocked pharmacy: but we have no assurance that potassium cyanide will not be administered fora head cold.

Journalist: a person without any ideas but with an ability to express them; a writer whose skill is improved by a deadline: the more time he has, the worse he writes.

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.

Blushing, palpitations, a bad conscience--this is what you get if you haven't sinned.