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.

To have no ideas and being able to express them is the essence of journalism.

Sound opinions are valueless. What matters is who holds them.

I don't like to meddle in my private affairs.

Nowadays the thief cannot be distinguished from his victim. Neither has any valuable objects on him.

I knew a man who carried his education in his vest pocket because there was more room there than in his head.

In a well-run mental household there ought to be a thorough cleaning at the threshold of consciousness a few times a year.