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

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.

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

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.

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.

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'd seen too many troubling things to be easy in my mind. I knew too much and not enough. I'd better go out, I said to myself, I'd better go out again.