For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us.

To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.

I like talking to a brick wall- it's the only thing in the world that never contradicts me!

I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given. Man is many things, but he is not rational.

It's not whether you win or lose, it's how you place the blame.

Only the great masters of style ever succeed in being obscure.

I am one of those who are made for exceptions, not for laws.