If the reporter has killed our imagination with his truth, he threatens our life with his lies.
Barbershop conversations are irrefutable proof that heads exist for the sake of hair.
The real truths are those that can be invented.
I can say with pride that I have spent days and nights not reading anything, and that with unflagging energy I use every moment toacquire gradually an encyclopedic lack of education.
I don't like to meddle in my private affairs.
War is, at first, the hope that one will be better off; next, the expectation that the other fellow will be worse off; then, the satisfaction that he isn't any better off; and, finally, the surprise at everyone's being worse off.