Progress, under whose feet the grass mourns and the forest turns into paper from which newspaper plants grow, has subordinated the purpose of life to the means of subsistence and turned us into the nuts and bolts for our tools.

When a culture feels that its end has come, it sends for a priest.

Intercourse with a woman is sometimes a satisfactory substitute for masturbation. But it takes a lot of imagination to make it work.

This is something that I cannot get over -- that a whole line could be written by half a man, that a work could be built on the quicksand of a character.

The mission of the press is to spread culture while destroying the attention span.

A white lie is always pardonable. But he who tells the truth without compulsion merits no leniency.

What are all the orgies of Bacchus when compared to the intoxication of someone who completely surrenders to continence!