Psychoanalysis: a rabbit that was swallowed by a boa constrictor just wanted to see what it was like in there.

No ideas and the ability to express them - that's a journalist.

Psychoanalysts are father confessors who like to listen to the sins of the father as well.

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.

Who is going to cast out an error to which he has given birth and replace it with an adopted truth?

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.

Language is the only chimera whose illusory power is endless, the inexhaustibility which keeps life from being impoverished. Let men learn to serve language.