When I take up my pen, nothing can happen to me. Fate, remember that.

Truth is a clumsy servant that breaks the dishes while washing them.

A school without grades must have been concocted by someone who was drunk on non-alcoholic wine.

My request that my writing be read twice has aroused great indignation. Unjustly so. After all, I do not ask that they be read once.

Art is something that is so perfectly clear that no one comprehends it.

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.

Curses on the law! Most of my fellow citizens are the sorry consequences of uncommitted abortions.