Man hardly comes in more than two varieties, wherever he is, whatever he does: workers and pimps ... they're either one or the other! ... and inventors, the worst kind of jobholder! ... they stand condemned! ... the writer who doesn't pimp along, peacefully plagiarizing, who doesn't pump out the pop stuff, he's had it! ... everybody hates him!

Only a complete alcoholic can think life is funny ... any life!.

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

In circumstances of real tragedy you see things straight away...past, present, and future together.

The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.

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.

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!.