An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That's the time and place when you can suppose that all the people you meet are nice. It's dream time.

Living, just by itself - what a dirge that is! Life is a classroom and Boredom's the usher, there all the time to spy on you; whatever happens, you've got to look as if you were awfully busy all the time doing something that's terribly exciting - or he'll come along and nibble your brain.

Experience is a dim lamp, which only lights the one who bears it.

There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.

I was a hundred-percent sick, I felt as if I had no further use for my legs, they just hung over the edge of my bed like unimportant and rather ridiculous objects.

All great innovations are built on rejections.

To hell with reality! I want to die in music, not in reason or in prose.