Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.

My trouble is insomnia. If I had always slept properly, I'd never have written a line.

Love, Arthur, is a poodle's chance of attaining the infinite, and personally I have my pride.

Women always have some mental reservation.

We've no use for intellectuals in this outfit. What we need is chimpanzees. Let me give you a word of advice: never say a word to us about being intelligent. We will think for you, my friend. Don't forget it.

To philosophize is only another way of being afraid and leads hardly anywhere but to cowardly make-believe.

Never believe straight off in a man's unhappiness. Ask him if he can still sleep. If the answer's "yes," all's well. That is enough.