Words are the clothes thoughts wear.

The pendulum oscillates between these two terms: Suffering-that opens a window on the real and is the main condition of the artistic experience, and Boredom ... that must be considered as the most tolerable because the most durable of human evils.

There is at least this to be said for mind, that it can dispel mind.

You're on earth. There's no cure for that.

I use the words you taught me. If they don't mean anything any more, teach me others. Or let me be silent.

There is this to be said for Dachsunds of such length and lowness as Nelly, that it makes very little difference to their appearance whether they stand, sit or lie.

Don't touch me! Don't question me! Don't speak to me! Stay with me!