Love is like liquor, the drunker and more impotent you are, the stronger and smarter you think yourself and the surer you are of your rights.

When you stay too long in the same place, things and people go to pot on you, they rot and start stinking for your special benefit.

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

Truth is a pain which will not stop. And the truth of this world is to die. You must choose: either dying or lying. Personally, I have never been able to kill myself

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

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

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!.