In summoning even the wisest of physicians to our aid, it is probably that he is relying upon a scientific "truth", the error of which will become obvious in just a few years' time.

Wars are fought for the benefit of oligarchs, triumphs bought with the blood of peons.

No exile at the South Pole or on the summit of Mont Blanc separates us more effectively from others than the practice of a hidden vice.

She's got feet like boats, whiskers like an American, and her undies are filthy.

Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things.

How paradoxical it is to search reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory.

There is no doubt that a person's charms are less frequently a cause of love than a remark such as: 'No, this evening I shan't be free'.