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

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

We never change. Neither our socks nor our masters nor our opinions, or we're so slow about it that it's no use. We were born loyal and that's what killed us! Soldiers free of charge, heroes for everyone else, talking monkeys, tortured words, we are the minions of King Misery...It's not a life.

A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that’s him, our master. Come, kiss me.

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.

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

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