There are few men who know how to go to their deaths with dignity, and often they are not those whom one would expect.

I am constantly amazed by man's inhumanity to man.

I live in my house as I live inside my skin: I know more beautiful, more ample, more sturdy and more picturesque skins: but it would seem to me unnatural to exchange them for mine.

It is this refrain that we hear repeated by everyone: you are not at home, this is not a sanatorium, the only exit is by way of the Chimney. (What did it mean? Soon we were all to learn what it meant.)

To accuse another of having weak kidneys, lungs, or heart, is not a crime; on the contrary, saying he has a weak brain is a crime.

If a writer is convinced that he is honest, then it is very difficult for him to be a bad writer.

The aims of life are the best defense against death.