All great innovations are built on rejections.

The plain truth, I may as well admit it, is that I've never been really right in the head.

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

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!

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.

The poetry of heroism appeals irresistibly to those who don't go to a war, and even more to those whom the war is making enormously wealthy. It's always so.

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