What torture, this life in society! Often someone is obliging enough to offer me a light, and in order to oblige him I have to fish a cigarette out of my pocket.

Psychoanalysis is that mental illness for which it regards itself as therapy.

I have decided many a stylistic problem first by my head, then by heads or tails.

Culture is the tacit agreement to let the means of subsistence disappear behind the purpose of existence.

The triumph of morality: A thief who has broken into a bedroom claims his sense of shame had been outraged, and by threatening theoccupants with exposure of an immoral act he blackmails them into not bringing charges for burglary.

There are two kinds of writers, those who are and those who aren't. With the first, content and form belong together like soul and body; with the second, they match each other like body and clothes.

I and my public understand each other very well: it does not hear what I say, and I don't say what it wants to hear.