Literary tradition is full of lies about poverty-the jolly beggar, the poor but happy milkmaid, the wholesome diet of porridge, etc.

Power makes gods. Virtue makes martyrs.

The world needs an enema.

Alone, lonely people talk to themselves. In company, they often continue.

In the museums, everything is in quotation marks.

The aftermath of joy is not usually more joy.

I will not tolerate your faults. They are of no use to me.