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.

Jealousy is a dog's bark which attracts thieves.

My language is the common prostitute that I turn into a virgin.

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

Humanity is the washerwoman of society that wrings out its dirty laundry in tears.

Ideas are transplanted by splitting, thoughts by sprouting.

Lord, forgive them, for they know what they do!