Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.

It is of men, and of them only, that one should always be frightened.

There's no such thing as intelligent vanity. It's an instinct. And you'll never find a man who is not first and foremost vain.

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.

In my room I'd barely closed my eyes when the blonde from the movie house came along and sang her whole song of sorrow just for me. I helped her put me to sleep, so to speak, and succeeded pretty well... I wasn't entirely alone... It's not possible to sleep alone.

Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.