The blind won't admit that I have eyes in my head, and the deaf say that I'm dumb.

The little stations are very proud because the expresses have to pass them by.

So-called psychoanalysis is the occupation of lustful rationalists who trace everything in the world to sexual causes--with the exception of their occupation.

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.

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.

The extraordinary ability of a woman to forget is not the same as the talent of a lady not to be able to remember.

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.