Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.

I know those little phrases that seem so innocuous, and, once you let them in, pollute the whole of speech. 'Nothing is more real than nothing.' They rise up out of the pit and know no rest until they drag you down into its dark.

God is love. Yes or no? No.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!

Mysterious affair, electricity.

If there is one question I dread, to which I have never been able to invent a satisfactory reply, it is the question what am I doing.

In the landscape of extinction, precision is next to godliness.