Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

Habit is a compromise effected between the individual and his environment, or between the individual and his own organic eccentricities, the guarantee of a dull inviolability, the lightning-conductor of his existence.

If I was dead, I wouldn't know I was dead. That's the only thing I have against death. I want to enjoy my death.

In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?

You are not satisfied unless form is so strictly divorced from content that you can comprehend the one without almost without bothering to read the other.

The tears of the world are a constant quantity. For each one who begins to weep somewhere else another stops. The same is true of the laugh. Let us not then speak ill of our generation, it is not any unhappier than its predecessors. Let us not speak well of it either. Let us not speak of it at all. It is true the population has increased.

I hope I am not too old to take it up seriously, nor too stupid about machines to qualify as a commercial pilot. I do not feel like spending the rest of my life writing books that no one will read. It is not as though I wanted to write them.