There's no tyrant like a brain.

There are certain advantages in being cursed by all and sundry ... especially, it dispenses you with having to be nice to anybody ... there's nothing more emollient, stultifying, emasculating than wanting to be liked ... "not nice!" ... that does it, you're free!.

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.

Reason died in 1914, November 1914 ... after that everybody began to rave.

Most people die at the last minute; others twenty years beforehand, some even earlier. They are the wretched of the earth.

All that makes a lunatic are the very ordinary ideas of mankind shut up inside a man's head.

Since life consists of madness spiked with lies, the farther you are from each other the more lies you can put into it and the happier you'll be. That's only natural and normal. Truth is inedible.